Romans & histoires From Fake Dreams

This was absolute heaven. "Fuck!" My eyes flew open, the images of the incredible dream still vivid in my mind. The fantasy had left me wet and hot, my pussy clenching and my nipples fully erect. I wanted him. I could almost feel him. Even as my thoughts lingered on the dazzling moments, I realized they were nothing more than a fantasy. Beautiful. Amazing. Fake.

CHAPTER 11: Ruby has been having a nightmare-of falling in love in her dreams. She hate all this whenever she found herself hugging and kissing with her enemy in the dreams. She only sees all this as a fake life. Some believe dream were just a drama which can't be true. So she believes the same at this moment.

“But I’ve done the research. I know what she is now. She’s powerful. Deceptive. And she tricked me.” He paused—swallowed—then said the words like they cost him everything. “I never touched her. Not really. She came to me in my dreams.” The room went deathly quiet. “Over and over. She seduced me again and again. I thought they were just dreams.” A hollow, bitter laugh escaped him. “But fae don’t dream the way we do. They design them. They control them. They invade them.” His voice dropped to a shaken whisper. “It’s called dream-walking.”

With the help of the man in my dreams. TO BE CONTINUED

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

“You always know how to make it real for me.” James squeezed her shoulder, his voice soft. “That’s the goal. I want you to feel safe, to lose yourself in it. And you do the same for me, you know. Seeing you let go like that—it’s everything.” He meant it; Laura’s surrender fueled his desire, but it was her trust, her willingness to explore these fantasies with him, that deepened their bond. Their roleplays weren’t just about physical pleasure; they were a dialogue, a way to communicate desires that words alone couldn’t capture.

Deep. Dreamless.and safe.

“A Dreamer is an architect of the Dream Realm. As for why we are hiding your existence is because we don’t want the Fae and the others to find you. Because if they find you, they’ll put you to work, and the Dream Realm will be repaired too fast. Then they’ll do one of two things. Kill you like they did the last few generations of Dreamers. Or imprison you. Oh, those nightmares that attacked the Red River Pack? They didn’t kill you because they were searching for you. They were meant to find you and drag you back to whoever is holding Brigid.” “Who?” “The goddess they have working to repair the Dream Realm. She’s taking as long as she can, but everything’s dragging so long that she’d complete

I shook my head, pretending to look at Lannister with a sorrowful gaze. “You wicked woman! You know Lannister isn’t dead, and you’re doing this on purpose!” Unable to hold back any longer, Quinn pointed at me and cursed, calling me cruel and heartless. “This is a family matter. What does it have to do with you?” I feigned ignorance, looking at her blankly. Serena realized it wasn’t the right time for Quinn to speak out and quickly tugged at her sleeve. “Mom, don’t stop me! This witch already knows all about our plan!” Quinn glared at Serena, frustrated.