Dreams Sister Face Reveal Novels & Stories

Recognizable face. Aria sensed everything shift. “Hi, Damian,” the woman said softly. “It’s been ages.” Damian froze. “Who is it?” Aria inquired, her tone barely even. Damian didn’t break his gaze from the woman. “This,” he said slowly, “is my sister.” Aria gasped. “And,” the woman continued, her eyes moving to Aria, “the heir whom everyone aims to eliminate.” The truth hit like a bombshell. Nothing would ever be the same afterward.

"Because the woman in the vision… had your face." There was a numb silence. Diva's knees nearly folded. "That's impossible." "I know," Derek said. "But if Eamon is right—if someone close to you has been corrupted—perhaps it wasn't you. Perhaps it's someone with your face. A mimic. Or a twin." Diva's breathing caught. "No… not a twin.” "What?" She turned slowly to the shadows at the back of the room. "I had a sister. Stillborn… or so I was told."

She looks down at the budge in my pants again, this time around lingering for more than a few seconds. I can't handle this any longer. Fuck self-control. So I close the distance between us. “What do you think you're doing, Sister?” She sucks on her bottom lip like she always does when she's nervous or contemplating. “In my dream…” she starts off reaching for my first button. “We're both naked,” she reveals, undoing the first button. I swallowed, sucking in enough air. “What do you want then?” She steps closer again, pressing her huge tits into my chest, the softness a foreign feeling against me.

As Elena hugged me close, I think I saw a dark, incredibly amused smirk slowly spread across his lips. He leaned his chin on his hand, thoroughly enjoying the sight of me trembling in my sister's arms. I closed my eyes. What was that just now? Adrian had been looking at me like I was… Prey. No, right? The Adrian I knew didn't have such facial expressions. But when I opened my eyes again, he was smiling softly and warmly. My heart gave a light thud. Right, the Adrian I knew wouldn't look at me that way, but the Adrian in my dreams however… I bit my lip… I was starting to mix fantasy with reality. This is not good.

someone shook me vigorously, trying to wake me up. "It's just a dream," I whispered calmly, slowly tearing my eyes open and I saw Becca staring down at me worriedly. "Are you ok Imelda? You were screaming and crying from your sleep." "Help me up," I stretched my hands out to her and she grabbed it, dragging me up. "I'm fine Becca, I just had a bad dream about my sister." I pushed my hair back, looking frustrated. "Irina right?" I snapped my head at her surprise.

Chris “Chris! Wake up! Chris!” My eyes fluttered open at the sound of my sister’s voice. Overhead, the leaves swayed gently in the summer breeze, little dappled pools of sunlight swimming across the lush grass. I had been dozing, and the dream I’d had was so… strange. A moondeer. Blood. So much blood. Was it my own, or the moondeer’s? But it was just a dream, and I was seven years old again, and my sister wanted my attention.

He chuckled as she closed her eyes again, his hands still working slowly down her arm and finally to her hand. She moaned in pleasure as he kneaded the flesh, hard enough to cause tingles, yet soft enough not to be painful. "It was just a dream," he said. "It's not really anything. You won't find it sexy. It was a dream about my little sister." She thought for a second, trying to figure out a way to convince him to spill the beans, then a devious thought formed in her mind. "I know," she said. "I'll tell you one of my darkest secrets if you tell me about your dream."

He says beaming at me in the mirror, "red suits you." "I look like Luc," I say. "She was your sister." James unplugs the blow-dryer and places it in the sink. "Why does that bother you?" I shrug. "I do have dreams about her." "Dreams?" "Nightmares." "It's normal, I guess. It been months, you are still grieving." "She is scary in the nightmares," I say. I'm surprised that I'm telling James something that I could never tell anyone else. "Wasn't she scary in real life?" He asks innocently.

I ran a hand over my face, muttering a few colorful words. Oh God… another one of those dreams. And before you ask, yes—I know it’s embarrassing to admit that as a fully functional, employed adult woman, my weeks have been plagued with these unholy, vivid, explicit dreams about a stranger I’ve never met. Different scenarios, different positions, but the same detail that makes your soul leave your body when you wake up. “You look like you survived an exorcism,” my sister yelled again, eyeing me like she had holy water on standby. “Just get your ass up. Your office friend is waiting for you downstairs.”

I muttered to myself as I looked up at the moon, seeking out the moon goddess in my heart, a silent plea for strength in a moment of vulnerability. "Please, guide me." I sank to the forest floor, the cool earth beneath a welcome embrace. The rustle of leaves and distant nocturnal sounds surrounded me as I closed my eyes, surrendering to an uneasy slumber. As I drifted through unconsciousness, I had a dream. In my dreams, I met my sister again, and she was standing in a beautiful meadow, a sad smile on her face as she gazed gently at me.