Mirror Of Her Dreams Novels & Stories

The morning air was cool, brushing her damp skin, but it did nothing to quiet the heat flooding her veins. This wasn’t the first time. For weeks now, she’d woken with dreams she couldn’t explain, she was either chasing shadows, running through forests that didn’t exist, or hearing whispers that weren’t hers. And this one was different. This dream had a person. Or a wolf, she couldn't tell. She passed by the mirror and her reflection startled her. Her wide grey eyes, and pink flushed cheeks, her white hair was sticking out in rough strands to her skin. And for one tiny second so fast she could swear it, she imagined it her eyes shined gold.

Once there, I gathered all the things Wayne had given me. The handmade gifts he crafted when he was pursuing me—now I could see he had only thought I didn’t deserve better. The travel photos he took while in his wheelchair, capturing himself gazing at me with tenderness—back then, I had believed it was love. But staring at my reflection in the mirror now, I finally realized that gaze wasn’t for me at all. It was for the resemblance I bore to Naomi. Swallowing the ache in my chest, I threw everything into the trash, sweeping away not only the memories but also the love I had once clung to.

What will she do without her best friend? "I have the courage now." "That's good." Mirabella ruffled Lekky's hair playfully. "Now, let's sing." "I have a dream, dream, dream To be better, better To be greater, greater. I have found a way ,way ,way To make my dreams come true I have found a way, To be what I want to. I know its not easy, To keep going everyday, Focusing on just one dream, They say its crazy, How we want to do this all day,

She closed her eyes at the heat in his eyes and the perfection of his quiet declaration. She slumped against the chute, finding it soft as a pillow. A pillow? Macie’s eyes flew open. She sat straight up and looked around. She wasn’t in a darkened barn, but in a darkened camper. Dammit. It was another dream, a variation on the dream she’d been having the past two months. Except, it wasn’t really a dream since the scenario was very close to the real one she’d walked in on in Dante’s apartment. Dante on his knees, Dooce jacking off as Dante fucked Dooce’s ass like a madman. It’d been rough, and raw, and unbelievably hot. She’d stayed hidden in the shadows of the hallway, ashamed she’d gotten of

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

“That was my cousin’s name.” Kojo steps back. “She died when she was five. Fell into the river. Never found.” Mira holds the doll. It hums in her hand. Not evil. Not cursed. Just... waiting. --- They return to Nsia with the doll. That night, Esi sleeps clutching it. And dreams. --- The Dream She walks a river made of mirrors. Every step reflects a different version of herself. In the distance, a child sits in a throne made of teeth.

And that night, I dreamed of a mirror. Not an ordinary one, but one framed in antique gold—the mirror from the manor, the one that had reflected the faces of hundreds of brides before they were murdered on their wedding night. In my dream, that mirror stood in the attic of my new home. And behind my reflection... was another woman. Wearing a bridal gown. Her face looked exactly like mine—but her lips stretched into a smile too wide, held too long... until blood began to drip from the corners of her mouth. I woke up gasping.

The insults returned with the stillness: wolfless, fragile, servant, kneel. Nia slept softly in the cot nearby, but Mira lay awake, her fingers tracing the raised ridge of the scar near her shoulder. For the first time in years, she did not push the pain away. She let it anchor her. “If you are real,” she whispered to the moonlight crossing the floor, “show me.” She closed her eyes and stopped fighting the pull. The dream came not as a vision, but as a memory written in muscle and bone.

Mira kept chanting to herself that it was all a dream, trying to push it to the back of her mind, telling herself to forget it that it's a dream, but deep down she knew that it wasn't, proofs where on her body, lips and the aching in-between her legs. She can't deceive herself for too long, but for long enough Mira was willing to push it down. She stared at her body in the mirror after she had taken her bath, she trailed her hands over the marks on her body and wonder why she was admiring them instead of going ape shit crazy because of how red they were.

Selvara's POV I stared at the woman as her green eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. "Waiting for me?" I whispered. "Why? And how?" Mira smiled sadly. "Because I saw you in my dreams. I saw the silver-eyed omega who would change everything." "I do not have silver eyes," I said. "Not yet," Mira said. "But you will." Another woman stepped forward. She was taller and stronger than the others and her arms were covered in scars.