Dreams Sister Face Reveal Novels & Stories

Until now. I dreamed of her last night. A woman who shared the same facial features as me. She was beautiful, but so sad. Her eyes were the color of the ocean. "My precious daughter," she whispered, reaching for me. "I tried to keep you safe. I tried to keep you both safe." Both? I wanted to ask, but she was already fading. "Your sister needs you," she said. "Find her. You're not alone." I woke up crying. I have a sister?

My eyes filled with tears when I stumbled upon my own fear and I fell to the ground, I stared at the picture, it’s the same woman I have seen over over and again, I saw her when we got attacked the first time; I saw her when I started having these dreams, I saw her when Damon appeared in my dream during my funeral. Selena…. The name echoed through my ears as I read it over and over again. “It’s real, you are real,” I whispered, how did she appear in my dreams, how do they know about her, Those brothers should never tell me a single word about her even if I asked. Tears sprinkled out of my eyes when I heard the sounds of footsteps heading toward the room. “Curiosity would be the reason you di

"I don't know how it happened but you killed him. There's just one problem, you-" "Died" I completed the statement for him and he nodded. "How many times did you have that dream?" I asked.He sighed. "I lied. Last night wasn't the only time I dreamt of it. I've dreamt this same dream thrice. I never finish the dream. After you die, I see my sister sitting in a coffee shop. She looks a few years older. She sees someone and the shock on her face is hard to miss. I never get to see who she's looking at"

We were a well-coordinated team in minor pranks and spent a lot of time together… together with Laverna. The mere memory of that bitch made my fists clench and my teeth grind, dragging me out of my thoughts. In today’s dream, Sabi was smiling at me and looked unusually happy. I hadn’t seen her for so long that I rushed to her to embrace her, but she stopped me with a single gesture. Looking at my sister in confusion, I watched her step aside—and behind her I saw Iza. The girl was naked, staring at herself in the mirror in confusion, because a completely different figure was looking back at her from the reflection. She let her long lilac hair fall loose and slowly touched herself, and I could

I parted my hands and screamed like a crazy woman, hoping to make him understand. "My dreams are back. My Aaron-related dream came true." "I also dreamed of you; someone stabbed you and attempted to accuse you!" "You are in danger, Julian!" My body shivered, even with the thought that he was in danger. "I know you don't trust my ability to see the future through my dream!" "But this is real!" "When we first met, I saw Victoria die in my dreams." "I thought I was the heroine of my dream, but it was actually my sister."

Any attempt to touch or pluck them resulted in a cut, a sting, a reminder that even beauty could be deadly. I stumbled back, trying to navigate the garden without harm, and my mind began to drift to thoughts of my sister. Her face appeared before me, the one I had held onto in memory for so long. She smiled softly, and for a moment I thought the dream was kind, that perhaps she had come to reassure me. But her eyes carried sadness, a weight I could not ignore.

Then: "The one you've been sketching for months? The face you keep seeing?" "Yeah." "What about her?" I turned to face him. "It's her." Kade blinked. "It's… who?" "Remi. The girl downstairs. She's the woman from my dreams." His eyebrows shot up. "You're kidding." "I didn't recognize her at first. Her eyes are different—warmer in the dreams. Kinder. And her hair…" I ran a hand through my own hair, frustrated. "But when she took off the dress, I saw the scar. On her. Same placement as in my dreams."

I replied calmly, my mind lost in deep thoughts about my sister's revelation. I knew my sister always had scary dreams, and most of the time her dreams come to life. Was it possible that I got that human girl pregnant? No way, I definitely hope not.

He reached for my hand and I reveled in the comfort he gave me, realizing that this is how love was supposed to be, not what I'd seen in my vision. "It was about Shanna, my sister." "You mean Shannandoah?" I nodded. "Shanna is her nickname. I think I remember using it." Zander raised an eyebrow. "Was it about you guys when you were kids?" "No. I think this was recent. She looked about my age. And you were right. She is the girl from my black and white vision." "Are you sure?" "Yes. In my dream, s-someone called her Shanna and it triggered a feeling in me like I knew that name." I shot him a measuring look. He was going to be devastated when I told him that someone was his brother.

“Well, well. This conversation just became infinitely more interesting.” “Infinitely more embarrassing,” I muttered, only to set my hand against my stomach and say, “On the other hand, it’s actually relieving to learn they’re his dreams I’m having. I thought I was turning into a…” Not really wanting to confess to a man’s sister that I’d been having sex dreams about her brother, I discreetly cleared my throat. “Or maybe they were your dreams,” Allera argued with a cheeky smirk. I rolled my eyes. “Clearly, they were his.”