Mirror Of Her Dreams Novels & Stories

“You talk like we’ve known each other for years.” She opened her eyes, tilting her head. “Maybe we have.” I didn’t press that. With Lira, time was slippery. “Alright,” she said, patting the ground in front of her. “Come here, Mirror.” “Will you stop calling me that?” “No. It’s what you are.” Her smile softened. “You reflect, you refract, and soon... you'll pierce through what binds you.” I sat down, eyeing her with suspicion and curiosity. “You said yesterday that I had abilities you could help me unlock. What exactly are we talking about?”

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

“I hoped you’d come back.” She laughed. “You have?” At least the man in her dreams was happy to see her. “I have. I thought we could go skating.” He looked her up and down slowly. “Do you like ice skating?” She bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh loudly. It was just a dream. Why not? “I do, actually.” “Perfect!” He held out one large hand. “We’ll get our jackets and gloves and do that then.”

Although the cloud had darkened, she felt incredibly content. # Mira exclaimed as she awoke from her slumber. It didn't feel like a dream as it was eerily genuine. As she repositioned herself in the freezing bathtub, her hands trembled. It happened once more. For the past two months, she had the same dream. It was never a part of her real memories, yet it stalked her in her dreams as if it wanted to warn her about what might happen.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

She followed Mira's gaze and looked into the woods from afar, lost in thoughts. "I wish all of this was just a dream" Mira whispered. There was pain and bitterness in her voice. Her eyes glimmering with tears. "I wish we could go back to the way we used before. I don't want this". She spread her arms as if like hugging the world. "I don't want all of this. I just want to go back in the village. I miss the farm, I miss the river, I miss my mom and dad. I miss everything. I even miss Maddy the ugly"

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

I fell into oblivion of slumber with her thoughts and it led to wet dreams. She looked so pretty in my dreams with her legs spread wide and her blue gems pinning me with a look of need and appreciation. I gritted my teeth as this was getting out of my control. Even though there's no sign of her existence anywhere around me, she's always there. I feel her within me. Every place in the mansion smells of her. I was combing my hair whilst looking at my reflection in the mirror when she appeared again. She was inside the mirror with pouting lips.

“Daughter of Light and Bone.” Their voices wove worship into the wind. And Sirelia smiled. She had no need to command. In this dream, they chose her. Loved her. Needed her. It was peace. No, perfection. But even perfection cracks. In the center of this constructed heaven stood a mirror. Small. Cracked. Whole. She never looked into it. Couldn’t. Because she knew, somewhere beneath the reverence, beneath the velvet sky and gentle praise, it would not reflect this kingdom.