Mirror Of Her Dreams Novels & Stories

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

The bath refreshed her, soothing her tired muscles. After blow-drying her hair and settling into bed, Wynter closed her eyes, only to see those mesmerizing blue orbs before her. She wished she could help but realized everyone carries their own burdens in this world. Sabrina's words echoed in her mind, reminding her to focus on her own challenges amidst the sea of others' struggles. Despite trying to escape from those beautiful eyes, they persisted, wanting to convey a story. As she drifted off to sleep, for the first time, her dreams weren't plagued by betrayal or worries about the future. Instead, someone else filled her thoughts, offering a respite from her usual concerns.

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

She jumped up and ran, almost stumbling like a newborn deer, unable to use her heavy legs properly and went to the cracked mirror. “Oh my fucking… Goddess!” Amira gripped the mirror, staring at her worst nightmare. This dream was a nightmare. Why, why, why did her mind conjure up this… this disgusting image?! Amira stared at her reflection. She was looking at Alpha King Rhys. Blue eyes raked over the muscular body in the mirror. Was she feverish right now? Was that why she was having such a bizarre dream? Her strangely large hands slid up her face, feeling the stubble of her jaw down to the Adam's apple of her throat.

It was a picture which would not leave her mind and even in her dreams she could see that the dress was torn. Which meant that the picture was stuck in her subconscious and she could still not figure out the whole dress even in her dream. Then she found herself staring at her reflection in the famous mirror and she could picture it in more detail this time. She was looking like a happy bride once again with her hair carefully done and her make up impeccable. And she was smiling at her reflection grinning like a fool. A fool in love.

Nonetheless, I refuse to give up on the possibility of finding my mate, and I continue to keep my eyes and ears open for any sign of her. For the past few weeks, I have been tormented by dreams of her. In my dreams, she appears before me like an angel with long, flowing golden hair that shimmers in the moonlight. Her beautiful blue eyes are as clear as the ocean, and they seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief. Her smile is enchanting, and it takes my breath away every time. I can’t seem to shake off these dreams, and I find myself yearning for her all day.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

and she slowly blinked open her eyes. She took in a deep breath as she looked at me, her eyes adjusting to the light. She smiled. I burned. I smiled, then broke our gaze to stare at the ceiling. “Morning,” Mira said, blinking at me. “Good morning,” I said, “how did you sleep?” “Mm it took a while to get there, but I think I just had the loveliest dream…” she trailed off, trying to conjure up her subconscious. “You think?” I asked softly.

“But the third… it opens in your world.” “Why?” “Because you kept dreaming,” she said, eyes gleaming. “And it feeds on dreams.” Liora stared at the mirror, the reflections growing wilder, A heartbeat. A laugh. A scream, And then a hand From inside the mirror Reaching through, Clawing toward her. She flung it across the room, The glass shattered, But the echo remained. The Other Queen turned, already fading. “I can’t stay,” she said. “Your flame rejects mine.”