Dreams Sister Face Reveal Novels & Stories

Carl leaned forward, eyes locked on Caveen’s troubled expression. “You look haunted,” Maika said gently. “I’ve been having dreams,” Caveen started, hands clasped together. “They started years ago, but they’ve grown stronger lately. I keep seeing her… a girl. Her face is unclear, but the feeling is always the same. I know she’s my sister.” Maika inhaled sharply. Caveen looked between them. “She calls to me in those dreams. Sometimes crying, sometimes silent. But it’s as if she’s waiting. Begging to be found.”

Like I might crack if he wasn’t careful and treated me like a fragile artifact. “It was… Just a dream,” he murmured. “You’re here with me now.” But it wasn’t just a dream. “I saw her,” I whispered. “She… she looked like me.” He pulled back, just enough to look at me. “Who?” “I don’t know,” I said. “She had my face. She said I was her sister. She killed someone, Asher. I think she was smiling when she did it.” His jaw tensed. “Sister? Looked like you?”

I see the woman I always see in my dreams, staring back at me. "You think I'm stupid! I know Paris's wife is your sister, your twin. I knew the day I couldn't read her after I couldn't read you. But I thought you didn't know. After you wormed your way into Dimitris's kingdom, I knew you knew. Was it vengeance? Did you come here to avenge your brother's death? Was it your plan all along? Did you know I was connected to Dimitris? Did you set me up?" he bombards me with questions, but his voice fades to the background as I stare into the eyes that look like mine. A tear runs down my cheek as I realize that it wasn't my brother I wasn't seeing all along. It was her. It was my sister.

Do I have to die? [Mitchell, am I never going home again?] Mitchell's hands trembled violently, his face drained of all color. His shoulders shook as he finally broke down, his cries echoing through the room. "Nora… What the hell did I do? What have I done to my sister?" - On his way to the hospital, Mitchell received a call from a friend.

, Mrs Sarah asked worriedly. "Mother, I saw my sister. She was fighting with another Sister and the Sister put a knife in Sister Rora's body. Mother, where is Sister Rora?", Maya asked. "Maya, it's just a dream. Your sister is very fine. She promised to come and see you after she finishes what she is doing", Mrs Sarah said. "Are you sure, mother?" "Yes, sweetheart. Now, we need to get you dressed so you won't be late on your first day in school", she said.

"You noticed? Damn. Yeah, kinda. Just weird bits of shit. Then something, I kid you not, keeps scratching at the windows and freaking me out. I go to shit the curtains and I'm pretty sure I probably seen my own face, but I thought I was a man and freaked out." "Probly just your mustache." She teases. I rub my upper lip to insinuate my imaginary mustache. "The 'stache stays. It's who I am now." I sigh and lean back into her, enjoying the comfort of her presence and the sisterhood we share. She, along with Ore, are the closet I'll ever have to siblings. I fall asleep again this time, and for a while I rest so peacefully. It is when I start to dream that my slumber goes downhill.

Her sister did not have any qualms about him though. "And who is this beautiful young lady?" Amir asked in the smooth voice that he had used on her, and Tequila felt the need to protect her younger sister from him. She remembered that Uthman warned her against him. Her sister was not even in the league as she kept on moving closer to him. "I am Tequila's sister Dream. I was also very close to your brother Ali, I am sorry for your loss," Dream said and Tequila rolled her yes. Amir smiled at her, he probably got the gist.

"Hey bro, how about you have my pussy for dinner tonight?" I woke up with a jolt, nearly smashing my head into the cabinets over my bed. Fuck! Why did that dream have to have been so damn hot when it should have repulsed me. Elayne was my sister, there was no way I was ever going to go down on her.

Her mind went very, very quiet. Because she recognized that face. The curve of the cheek. The eyes. The mouth. The resemblance hit her like a slap. “…No way,” she whispered. She opened another photo. Then another. And another. The realization crept in slowly, cruelly, like poison seeping through her veins. They were sisters. Maya. And Dianne. Karen’s grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles went white. A laugh bubbled up her throat — sharp, broken, unhinged.

The sound of her voice was lower, quieter, but the threat was far more sinister. “Is this a dream?” The low hum in her voice told me that she was laughing. “Dream or reality, does that really matter right now?” She was right, that wasn’t what was really weighing on me. “My sister. I have to find her.” I couldn’t see clearly but I knew she was smiling. “Does…that…really…matter?” the pauses in between her words were blood boiling. I want to get out. I want to wake up. And just like my dream with Daylight, my surroundings shook, my eye sight flickered, but the figure didn’t budge.