Novel & Cerita Mirror Of Her Dreams

My brows furrowed but as much as possible I still tried to look unaffected. “Why? It’s part of my job, spying on them.” I said. “I have a different job for you.” He said and took out a rolled paper and extend his hand to give it to me. I accept the paper and open it. I read it and realized that it’s all about a girl. The girl is not familiar but she’s really beautiful. I can line up her with Herman’s sister. She has black hair, black and tantalizing eyes. Her eyelashes were full black in color, red lips, but her skin looks soft and fair. Her description will pass to be a snow white like in fairytales.

I could feel her, her contentment, her happiness, confusion and fear reluctantly I pull away from her sweet body and roll onto my back beside her. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't even try to move or wrap herself around me. She just lays next to me quietly until I turn my head and lock eyes with her. And when I do, the most amazing and beautiful thing happens she smiles. Mira Hale my defiant mate finally smiles at me. Her white teeth gleaming as the corners of her mouth lift so incredibly high that small dimples form in her cheeks and that’s when I knew why the goddess tethered her to me she was going to be the light in my life.

The second trial comes in the form of a child. Her name is Mira, and she's eight years old with silver eyes that glow too bright and dreams that manifest whether she wants them to or not. She's one of the refugees who arrived with Pyra, and she's been having nightmares. Terrible nightmares that become real. Shadow-creatures that attack anyone nearby. Storms that rage inside buildings. Once, she dreamed the floor was lava, and three people were burned before I could dispel the manifestation. She's terrified of sleeping. Terrified of herself. And she's getting worse.

“This is the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” “It might get even weirded,” Mira tells me, now successfully pulling my pants off. “All you need to do is calm down and know it’s a dream.” My vision darkens. Her touch is everywhere. She zooms in and out of focus. One moment, she’s still wearing pajamas. Then the next moment, she’s completely naked. Then after that, her face completely changes. Now, she looks like Elena. Not the Elena I know now. Not the version of her with jewelry and designer clothes and makeup.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

"I always thought it would be beautiful to get married on the beach. He'd be wearing a linen shirt and trousers with the sleeves rolled up, and his pant legs rolled up too, barefoot in the sand. I'd be barefoot as well, wearing a light, flowing dress. It just seems so romantic." Andi sighed. "It really does." "What about you? Have you thought about your wedding day?" I asked. "Oh, absolutely. I've been dreaming about it since I was a little girl. I want the full fairy-tale princess wedding. A horse-drawn carriage. A huge church overflowing with flowers. A live band at the reception. The whole works." I smiled. "I never knew that about you." She laughed. "I know. I guess I'm a hopeless romant

Her heart is screaming with the pain that shed her tears from the pain of losing, HIM. “TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK!” as the clock continues its taunting sound. Somehow humming the dread, yet the warning that she needed to know, pay attention to, and somehow solve. From the present time that turns into an un-wanting danger that forms inside a broken mirror that writes the word. “Goodbye?” She asks looking at the shard piece of mirror that forms in front of her. Then and with the same voice that wakes her up in this dream void, it asks her.

He was listening, just like I was. And then, I saw her. A girl. She stepped through the trees like she belonged here. Her hair was long and black, and her eyes shimmered silver. I stood. “Who are you?” She smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “You don’t remember me?” “I’ve never seen you before.” She took another step. “You have. In your dreams. I’m the shadow behind your mirror. The whisper in your blood.” My breath caught. “Are you real?”

She wasn't sure if she was ready for that chapter. “Don't think too much about this Lia, everything is going to be okay. Who knows, maybe you might find the man of your dreams there.” Jane winked at her. The man of her dreams. ‘Amber eyes’. It was all just a dream, no man would want to be with her after everything that Davis did to her. Her past was terrible. “Please...” Jane pleaded. “I-i will go Mrs McCain...b-but w-what if I fail the interview?” Accalia asked with a stammer.

“I’m going to be banned from a place I call the journey that’s where I go whenever I’m not here, I told her, and that’s not all, I would automatically get that person’s problem” “Wait, like it would suddenly disappear?” “I don’t know, I have never experienced it before” I told her “What problem does Mike have to make him want to dump everything on my brother’s head.” she thought aloud. “Has he ever talked about anything related to a dream world?” “Yes, he does that all the time he wakes up” “He’s working in a bank?” I asked her again to see if she was hiding something. “Yeah, I’m sure of that, she said but her voice said otherwise, I’ve gone there several times”