Dreams Sister Face Reveal Novels & Stories

And if it's on me, she will never fall asleep ever again just to avoid having those nightmares. My nightmare earlier was far more different from the past. My parents are not included, only Zahra and those assailants with blurred faces. In my dream, I was already near our house when I heard Zahra's voice, calling me and asking for help. I ran faster towards the house and Zahra's voice was getting clearer and louder as I ran to the kitchen where my sister's voice was coming from. And as soon as I reached the kitchen, I saw with my own eyes how one of the assailants sliced my sister's neck. I shouted my sister's name and then I woke up. "Za..." My tears just fell down my cheeks. I couldn't help

The lock clicked open. Damien swung the door wide, ready to strike—but stopped. His entire body went rigid. Standing there wasn’t Liam. It was someone else. A woman. Her hair was wet from the rain, her clothes torn, her eyes wide and wild. She looked straight at me. And she smiled. “Hello, sister.” My heart stopped. I stared at her, unable to speak. She looked exactly like me. The same face. The same eyes. The same faint silver shimmer beneath her skin.

“Bella!” I groan and turn away from the voice, trying to sink deeper into sleep. I’m underneath the embrace of clouds, floating through my dreams, but the voice comes again, shaking me out of my slumber. I peel my eyes open and find my sister’s panicked face, looking down on me. Something about the way her eyes are wide and seem to be in shock makes me bolt upright in bed. Wait, bed?

I knew immediately that my sister had already slept with him. It couldn't be helped. Once a witch comes of age, she loses control when facing a man she desires. Her body naturally draws her closer. It was one of our fatal flaws. My sister reclined gracefully on the bed, a sheer silk cover draped lightly over her. It did nothing to hide her alluring figure. When she saw me enter, the smile faded from her face. Slowly, she lifted a finger and pointed toward an embroidered pattern on the table. "You stitched this? Good."

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

I heard a voice say and I looked up to see Dream walking down the stairs. "I'm in the house how could I not know this?" She asked before we could answer moving over to us. "We were going to tell you," Nia said and Dream rolled her eyes, which was a slight confirmation that they were sisters. "After she is born I guess," Dream mumbled and Nia rolled her eyes. "Well you know now," "I wouldn't have if Mom could hold a secret," "Dream please don't scream around my child," I said and she rolled her eyes.

As it unfolded before her, she did her best not to retreat, not to tremble as the familiar faces of those she’d never seen before walked toward each other, paying her no mind at all. She shook her head in disgust. They should’ve known all along who was behind all of this. And perhaps, part of her did know. Certainly, since she’d had this dream, those two faces were seared into her brain. Her sister and Aaron might’ve known, as well. The names had been mentioned. Part of Cassidy was glad to see it was them; it would give her the opportunity to get vengeance for Drew and Jack, something she’d never had the opportunity to do before.

I envy that grace. Somewhere deep down, I know what this means. These aren’t just guests. They’re a missing part of us. As the feast draws on, laughter grows easier and conversation lighter. But beneath it all, I feel something blooming, something neither fear nor doubt can quite smother. For the first time in my life, I let myself believe what my dreams have been whispering for years: My sister is real, a part of my true identity. And tonight, she sits across from me.

I never knew the truth, but I rejected Alaric because of this threat. “Viv, love… Come back to me. I am here, Love.” I heard Alaric calling me. I looked up. He was there. I was dreaming. We had sex. Moon marked Miracle. I had to go back. I had to find the truth. I had to look for my sister. I had to. I jerked my body and opened my eyes to find Alaric smiling at me. “My mate,” I whispered and Alaric captured my lips for a heart-warming kiss.

My hands folded into tight fists. For the first five seconds, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me or maybe I could be dreaming again. These days I could hardly even distinguish between dreams and reality. Maybe my brother was just stalking her and nothing more. No way! It couldn't be My jaw clenched repeatedly. Liam pulls away and left her smiling to herself. The sight of her smile made my blood run cold. I matched up to her and she froze up. "Care to tell me what the hell I just saw" my voice went up the roof.