Dreams Sister Novels & Stories

“Oh, Sissi, I'm so sorry for everything that happened. When I saw the news that you were coming to Paris, I knew I just had to make things right with you. And I know you'll understand. This is my dream we're talking about, Pearl. I couldn't bear to let my dreams die like that.” Vivienne twirled her hair as she spoke. She looked like she had just run a marathon, but I couldn't care less. “Oh, so you have dreams? Everyone has dreams, but apparently only my sister's dreams matter!” I yelled angrily. “How could you? I have dreams too! I finally saved enough money to go to fashion school, and you stole that dream from me. Our brother needed that money, but you were selfish!”

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.”

All very normal. I slept well, dreaming of...well, to be honest, making love to my sister out on that rock. In my dreams, I'm free from guilt or social mores. They don't lie to me but tell me what I want. What I *must* have. Soon, she was crying out as I fucked her harder. Then screaming. Wait, screaming?

While I was slopping the animals or doing my other chores, I used to daydream about my mate. Now, those dreams are over, and I have to accept that I’ll be a prisoner here behind these walls forever. “You see,” my sister continues, “whenever I have a dream like that, they usually come true.” She has my attention now. “Like that? Like… what?”

"Sometimes, The truest realization is that you are betrayed by someone you loved too dearly." ... [Jasmine's Pov] Mumbai the city of the sea, hope, chaos, magic. Often called City of dreams, yet even if I want to, I will not be able to count how many millions of people's dreams were swallowed by the sea of this city. How many people were drowned beneath its shiny exterior? What happened to them? Did everyone's dreams come true? No one can tell. Nonetheless, it was not the case with me, since it seems to fulfill my every sweet dream-like a magician carving my soul with a magical stick and filling my heart with nothing but gratitude for it.

"Ohh, so this is the most important work hmmm, you guys wanted me to attend???" Everyone turned to look at the speaker. A rare combination of hazel eyes, white as snow, long hair tied in plaits upto waist. Silver Danglers in ears, bracelet tinkling as she moved her hand. Clad in blue denims and off-white sweater, with pink polka muffler round the neck and blue sports shoes. In all a fusion of west and east. With a smiling face she hugged all and then looking at Navi she said," you must be the heartbeat of my brother, he was talking about but again you're not what he said!!!" "What did he say about me, that I'm an average girl with no brains! I knew it, this is what he thinks of me, Hardeep j

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”

Tanner scoffed and looked away, obviously jealous. Tanya laughed. "Don't tell me ya jealous,Tan." "Me? Jealous? Why?" Tan asked, totally denying it. Tanya laughed again as they both walked out of the room together. * * "I had the dream again mom." Tanya sighed as she sat with her mom in her office. Morena looked up at her daughter from the files she was trying to sort out. "What was the dream again?" "The storm dream. It happened again and many people died,mom. It looked so real." Tanya said, looking so serious.

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment