Mirror Of Her Dreams の小説・ストーリー

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

It was sweet, Boots for three quid, probably. The mirror showed everything. My grey chest hair. Her flushed skin. Two people with no business being in the same room together. She stepped back, trying to pull her torn tights up. They were beyond saving, hanging in tatters. "What are we..." I had nothing to say. Standing there, my cock hanging out. "Everything's going to..." She didn't finish. "I know." "And you still want to?" "Yes." No hesitation. Too old to lie. Too young to stop wanting wrong things.

Everyone tried to comfort me, saying, "It's your idea. Nobody can really steal it from you." But Wendy, standing in the corner with red eyes and a trembling smile, said softly, "So this is Kate's dream wedding... I won't take it, then. But, if it's not too much to ask, can I come see it in person on the big day? It's just so beautiful." All her envy and disappointment showed through. Jason, who had been lost in thought, suddenly looked up and said in a strangely calm voice, "Kate, why don't you just let her use the design?"

Maybe the reason she has one. Her hazel eyes stole my heart and her eyebrows looked like a rainbow. Her peach colour lips may turn any gentleman to lose their mind. How badly I wanted to kiss her lips. She kept watching me like I'm some source of the miracle. When I caught her eyeing me she averted her eyes. Her cheeks turned pink. I like the feeling that I have an effect on her. She barely applied any makeup on her face. Her dressing sense is good, her smile is beautiful, her voice was like a piece of music to my ear. Whenever she looked at me she had a shy smile on her face where I lost all my sanity in her.

She got up slowly and walked towards the giant oversized mirror that sat at the corner of the room. Then she looked in. there she was. Finally. She looked good. Very good in fact. She smiled. She was looking at her new self. The same image she had seen in her last dream. The woman Cameroon had passionately made love to on the table. The woman he had called Elena. The one she had willed herself into.

At least he treats me like a human and not a leech. “ No, not at all. That was funny. I'm not offended at all.” She smiled and skipped, giggling. Is she crazy or something? Maybe... Just maybe she's got an MPD problem, multiple personality disorder. Alter ego madness, or there's an off switch at the back of her head. She turned off her uptight personality and swapped it with that of a regular bubbly teenager.

"Ever. We're never speaking of this again." "Fine, fine," Mira said, still grinning. "But just so you know, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's totally normal to have dreams like that about someone you're crazy about. It just means you're ready for the real thing." Jems buried her face in her hands. "Oh my God, Mira." "What? I'm just saying!" Mira stood up and stretched. "Anyway, we should get some actual sleep. Because tomorrow, we have a very important mission."

Her mother fussed over her while her father set down bags of expensive gifts. For the first time in a long time, Mia felt like a normal teenage girl again—shopping, going out with her parents, sleeping in her luxurious bed. But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, she couldn’t stop thinking about Obsidian Crescent, the war, the spirits, and the Reflection Game. One night, she woke up sweating, her heart racing. She had dreamt of a dark figure whispering her name, standing behind a mirror. When she looked at her own mirror, it was cracked.

This time she wasn’t burned when she touched the silver part of the mirror. How does that help the fact that she saw that this mirror was broken in her dream, and she wakes up to see the same mirror at the exact spot where she had last seen it in her dream. Now, she isn’t a vampire, but in her dream, she was a vampire? A knock on the door made her jump from where she squatted down, and once she heard Mrs. Sera calling after her, she rushed and opened the door and hugged her immediately.

"It's your night. You have to figure it out." "I've been trying for two hours. She's hysterical. Something's wrong." I take her. She clings to me. Sobbing. "What's wrong, baby? What happened?" "The person. From the window. They're in my dreams. They keep trying to tell me something." "What are they trying to tell you?" "I don't know. I can't understand them. But they're so sad. So lonely. They need help." This again. The mysterious watcher. "Mira, dreams aren't real. It's just your imagination."