Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

It was raining. She found herself staring at the sky outside of the glass. Raindrops were falling from the clouds in a rhythmic motion, beside this skyscraper building, the pink cherry blossom flowers were covered with water drops. She could see the amazing wet petals, slightly wishing they would be more closer so she could touch them "So beautiful," she whispered in her mind.

But no matter how hard I tried, I remained trapped, unable to find a way out of the labyrinth of my mind. Dreams danced before me like fleeting specters, teasing me with their elusive promises. They whisked me away to distant lands and unfamiliar faces, each scenario a desperate attempt to distract myself from the reality that awaited me. Yet, no matter the dream, the ache in my heart persisted, a constant reminder of the love I had lost and the uncertainty of my fate.

Morning had arrived. I spotted a patch of grass under a tree—soft, hidden, a temporary refuge. I crawled to it and curled up, my limbs folding into themselves like a child in the womb. Sleep took me the moment my head hit the earth. But peace did not follow. My dreams were fractured, flashing images that made no sense—blurry shadows, whispers I couldn’t understand, voices I didn’t recognize. Flashes of Aspen’s blood. Her eyes. Her scream. Kai’s knife. My hands chained again.

Colin's world seemed covered by a thin gray veil, blurring the boundaries between reality and dreams. In his spacious office, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the bustling cityscape at night—neon lights flashed and traffic moved past. Yet in his eyes, everything had lost its original color, becoming distorted and surreal. He often suffered from insomnia. Even when he managed to fall asleep, he would wake from nightmares. In his dreams, Sophie's small figure struggled in a pool of blood, while Aspen's desperate cries echoed in his ears like a curse.

OLIVIA'S POV NIGHTMARES- Those far-off melancholic dreams one have filled with darkness and so many other sinister things one couldn't dare mention. It had been recurring off late, these same dreams and far-off vision like flickering of the mind. I had tried understanding this particular one but clearly couldn't and to make things worse Nate was having it as well, I had awaken a fortnight again to see the aura of his dream how darkish it looked, but had since shoved it out if my mind when he had said nothing the next day.

This has happened since I knew about her, so it could well be just fear. These dreams were elusive, slipping through my fingers like sand as I woke, leaving me with only vague traces of their contents. Yet, their persistence couldn't be ignored. Was it mere coincidence, or was there something more at play? I couldn't shake the feeling that these dreams held a hidden significance; perhaps a threat or something like it.

Sex Dreams Intro:Sex Dreams, wet dreams are normal especially when your mind is fixated on a particular delectable specimen. Could be male, female as long as you have deep forbidden desires for the people in question your brain tends to project your wants in your dreams. Fleur's P.O.V. The one frustrating is the word to use when one can't express ones emotions. One sided crush are the literal worse, here I am loving the fool from afar, desiring Miles Kentucky in my head, dreams literally everywhere my eyes set it’s sight on him.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."