Mirror Of Her Dreams Novels & Stories

he murmured, stepping so close her back pressed against the shelves, “then you’re the one holding the key.” That night, Sierra dreamt of mirrors. In one, she saw herself as the dutiful daughter, obedient and sweet. In another, she was Damien’s trembling captive, his lover, his sinner. In another, she was both smiling at her mother by day, begging for her stepfather’s touch by night. Each reflection pulled at her, tearing her apart. Until finally the mirrors shattered, glass slicing her skin, and she stood bleeding in a room with no way out. She woke gasping, tangled in damp sheets, sweat slick on her body. The darkness pressed in around her.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Her voice sounded like the fluttering of leaves and it had a calming effect. “Uh…hi,” Asher responded still looking at her in awe, she was beautiful, in an otherwordly way. Her smile increased and she gestured him closer, “I am Ertuay, the mediator of all things that sprout from the ground. I see you finally unlocked the powers of the mirror of dreams.” “That huge mirror in my attic?” Asher asked before answering, “I guess so.” He had moved closer at this point and was looking up at her.

But as sleep began to pull her under, the unease she’d been pushing aside all day surged forward, and the dream took her. She was standing in front of the old mirror, the one she’d inherited from Octavia, draped in the familiar heavy velvet cloth. In the dream, the mirror was uncovered, flickering with candlelight that danced without flame. She knew what this meant. She was being summoned. The air thickened with herbal smoke and the mirror shimmered. Slowly, the surface rippled like water before settling into the face she knew better than her own. Octavia. Her long white hair fell like a veil around her shoulders, her face as wrinkled and kind and sharp as Moira remembered. She wore the same

"I'm done, you better look at yourself in the mirror now." Sheila stood and walked to the mirror. Staring at her was a completely different person. "Jeepers! I 'ave never felt this beautiful," Sheila smiled, astounded at her own reflection. The flicked eyeliner, her long lashes and glossy red lips fitted her snowy skin perfectly. The diamond necklace around her neck aligned with her blue eyes; and bracelet on her wrist sparkled like precious stones adorning a palace, and the metallic silver wedges matched with the dress. "I can't believe that is me starin' at me! I feel like a princess, and, and..." Overcomed with emotion, she threw her hand over her mouth, tears well up in her eyes. "And...

Epilogue Three months later... *Sola* "Sola! Sola! Stand still! You'll ruin your million-dollar dress!" Amina snapped at me, She was glaring at me with a menacing gleam. "Look, I'm sorry! I'm just so...so Nervous. I can't stop shaking!" I mumbled, staring at my reflection in the mirror frantically. My eyes stayed on my middle section. I was staring at my almost-visible baby bump. Thanks to the stylist Alex had flown into the country from London, the big white wedding dress was fitted perfectly to my body, yet it managed to successfully conceal my rising bump. Five months.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

No stars, no moon—only utter darkness. Miranda lay upon soft pillows, her eyes shut tightly. Beads of sweat gathered on her pale, smooth forehead, soaking into her hairline. Her head moved slightly from side to side, as if trying to shake something off. Her sleep was uneasy. She dreamt of many things from the past.

It was etched in her mind from previous dreams, and all night, she was fighting the urge to say to hell with it and make love to him for real. A knock came at the door, and Amber set straight up on the couch, realizing she was dreaming again and she was all alone in the living room. “Damn it to hell! This is becoming a serious issue. I swear that felt real.” Amber feeling upset and a little disappointment from the realization she was only dreaming again. Amber opens the door to Alex, which he brought with him food, a fresh cup of coffee, more bags of blood, and his fresh, happy self. “Hello Amber. I bring you gifts.” He chuckles.

“I love that for him, honestly.” Her fingers stilled against the fabric of her dress. “And I’m afraid I’d be tying him down when......” She stopped. Her eyes lifted to mine through the mirror. We held each other’s gaze for a second too long. I looked away first. “You never know,” I said, reaching for my lipstick to busy my hands. “If you don’t try.” “Lisa.” She turned me gently so I was facing her. There was something different in her expression, it softened.