Novel & Cerita Dreams Sister Face Reveal

I had to touch mine and even pinch myself to be sure I am not in another dream or a mirage. “my sister.” I gasped remembering my dream. She's really my clone. I broke the shackles with my dagger and embraced her. The smell of burning sulfur filled my nostrils. She was hot, lean, weak, pale, stained with her own dried blood, her hair looked like it hasn't been touched for ages. “my sister.” I heard myself say as i helped her up. She's taller than me. That's one difference between us. Sweet Lord, I have a sister. Suddenly I heard Julian gasp in shock. “Katrienair, the key!”

As Michael began removing his clothes, my sister's voice suddenly jolted me awake from the dream. "You were rubbing your hands on your breasts and calling out Michael. Who is Michael?" my sister inquired. I assured her it was just a dream, claiming not to know who Michael was. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. While in the bathroom, I realized that I was already wet down there. "What the fuck! How did this happen?" I quickly finished bathing and left the bathroom.

Silas's voice is low, filled with tenderness that makes me want to lean closer. I blink away the last threads of sleep and let out a quiet laugh. "I had the weirdest dream," I say, voice still husky. I don't want to get into the specifics, but the strangest part sticks with me. "Your brother was here but he had your face. Like... the exact same face. Identical." My fingers brush over the ink on the back of his hand, running across his knuckles with a curious touch. "Even the tattoos were the same. Wild, right?" Silas's face falls, the light in his eyes dimming. There's something heavy in his expression. Guilt? Regret? He reaches up and cups my cheek. I lean into the touch, searching his eyes

Not to mention the air was unmistakably cold just by standing next to her. Shaking my head, I willed my feet to take a step back. “You are not real... I must be dreaming.” She chuckled. A sound that made my stomach churn. “I am real as you are, sis. This is not a dream I am Sorava,” she paused, looking at me with so much pity. “We have the same face and names, of course we are sisters.” She spoke so freely, spoke so easily, like this was the kind of news she delivered to others on a daily.

My eyes pop open, meeting my sister’s curious ones. Blinking, I look around with bewilderment as the dream fades and reality sets in. My sister’s hazel eyes gleam like amber in the morning light. However, she doesn’t look concerned. In fact, she’s smirking. “Geez, sis…I’m not going to ask what that dream was about. But from your lustful cries, it sounded very juicy.”

I quickly wiped my tears away with my hand and covered my face trying to forget the face of the woman. "Anna, how did you fi-find me?" I asked as I wiped my tears away. "She told me where you were," she says. ''Who?" I asked. "Serene," she said. "You already met her." I just stared at her confused. I already met her. "She's my sister. She is the woman in your dream," she said. Wait a minute, they're sisters? Wait why- how? "How is she in my dreams? And where is she now?" I asked, looking into her eyes. I can see her hazel eyes flashed a hint of purple then it suddenly disappeared. She looked at me in panic.

The first thing the little girl said when she opened her eyes was, "Mommy, Daddy, where did the sister go?" Her mother, overjoyed, hugged her daughter and instinctively checked her temperature. Knowing she was fine, she was surprised to hear her words: "Sister? What sister?" "I had a very long, very scary dream. I almost couldn't see Daddy and Mommy again, but in the dream there was a sister. She said she would send me home, then she moved her hand like this, and I came back." As the little girl spoke, she pointed to her own forehead. "Sister's voice was so nice. I want to thank her in person."

casting a knowing glance in her direction. “Xander, I need to tell you about the dream I had last night,” she begins, her voice a blend of excitement and uncertainty. I turn to her, curious yet attentive. “What was it about?” I inquire, searching her eyes for clues about the dream's significance. She takes a deep breath, relaying the details with earnestness. “I saw you playing with a young girl in a meadow,” she explains carefully. “At first, I thought she was our daughter, but then I realized she looked so much like you. And when you introduced her as your junior sister, everything clicked into place.”

I hated myself for not being there but I am dangerous. Something has always been off and now these nightmares are hitting me all at once but none of it seems familiar. I remember our father being hard on us but not beating us like that. I didn't have any scars so does it mean it is only a dream? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself before I put a pair of clean shorts and shirt on. I sat on the edge of my bed and placed my head in my hands. "Come on Xander, get your shit together." I mumbled to myself. I checked the time to see it was the early morning hours, no calls or texts from anyone not that I minded but for once I'd like to see Ambrosias name come across my phone. The pain in m

“They ambushed us on the journey. Your father was weak. So was your mother. They died protecting you. And when Draven arrived… it was already too late. They would’ve won, if not for her.” “Her…?” I blinked. “Who?” “Draven’s sister,” she whispered. I gasped. “Draven has a sister? I just met his brother. I didn’t know—” “Ouch!” The voice shot through me like lightning. My eyes flew open. The dream fractured like glass. Beside me, lounging like she owned the room, was a tall brunette with unruly curls cascading around her shoulders like wildfire. Her brown eyes glinted with teasing mischief, her smile both sultry and devastating.