Dreams Sister Novels & Stories

"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 about 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"

“NO!” I sit up in bed with sweat pouring down my face along with my tears. I take in my surroundings and try to calm my racing heartbeat. ‘It was just a dream,” says my dragon Terra. Damn these dreams. I’ve had them for the past six years since the end of the war and it’s always the same one. The day my sister died. I look over at my night stand and use my powers to make the wilting flowers bloom again next to my sister’s picture. There is a knock at my door that causes me to jump, almost knocking the vase to the ground.

“Why? Are you still chasing the man of your dreams? Technically he is hot coz you always see flames around him, don't you?” Talia wiggled her eyebrows and chuckled. I quickly looked around to see if there was anyone around us. “Do you see him kissing you in your dreams? Or do you want him to break out of your dreams and step into the real world to claim you? Is that why you sometimes blabber incoherently in your sleep?” My sister’s imagination was crazy. “Will you shut your mouth?” I hissed at her and she looked hurt. “It was a harmless comment, girls our age can dream of men, you know. And you seem to constantly see just one guy, tell me more about him. Is he tall, dark, and handsome?”

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."

As he navigated through the dream home, Xender's son encountered a young girl who emanated a familiar energy, a sense of connection that transcended time and space. This girl, his dream sister, possessed an inherent understanding of him that surpassed mere words. Their bond felt unbreakable, as if they had shared a lifetime of experiences together, even though they had never met in the waking world. In this extraordinary dream realm, Ethan and Xender's eldest son traversed parallel lives, glimpsing into alternate realities where their familial connections diverged. Through these mirrored dreams, they experienced the joy of siblinghood and the profound love that binds brothers and sisters tog

That night I had a strange dream. The truth is, I rarely dream at all—and when I do, they are mostly nightmares, where I watch my beloved wife being killed, burned to ashes right before my eyes. But tonight I dreamed of my little sister, Sabi. She was a unique girl. Many considered her, as they say, not quite of this world—odd and peculiar. She often drifted among the clouds and was far more thoughtful than her age would suggest, but I knew it was simply because she saw more than others did.

"Ella, don't frame me like that! Even if I had heavenly powers, I couldn't change your baby's eye color. In the end, it was your own foolishness—and now you've dragged the entire Witches' Covenant into disgrace!" My sister nearly fainted with fury. She had endured pregnancy and unspeakable suffering, all for the chance to become queen after giving birth. Now her dream was shattered, her scandal laid bare before the world. Seeing the murderous intent blazing in the prince's eyes, she dropped to her knees. "For the sake of what we once shared… please, let me go!" If she were still the enchanting beauty she once was, the prince might have wavered. But the withered creature before him now made h

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.

She was so desperate that she grabbed a fruit knife from the table, holding it defensively while glaring at us. “What’s this?” The cremation staff looked at me perplexedly. “Don’t mind her. That’s my husband’s mistress. She’s gone mad with grief, thinking he’s still alive,” I said casually. Quinn’s eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting me to know about their affair. “Take him. I’m his legal wife—with a marriage certificate and everything.” At my command, the staff restrained Quinn and swiftly wheeled Lannister out. “Sophia, you did this on purpose! You know Lannister isn’t really dead!” Quinn screamed, chasing after them. She slapped Lannister’s face hard several times and even pinche

That the man who could be my mateㅡ the one I had waited for such a long timeㅡ was betrothed to my sister. Why couldn't I have something to myself for once? “Don't you get it?” He started. “You're not good enough for Alpha Orion.” The words hit me smack in the face and I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white due to how hard I held on to it. “What do you mean? I'm also your daughter, are you saying I don't deserve happiness?” My voice cracked on the last statement.