Reverie Threads Novels & Stories

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

There, among the routine alerts, was a new notification—a text message that read simply, “This isn’t over, Aurora. You’ve just lit a fuse.” In that moment, the triumph of her revenge twisted into uncertainty. Aurora’s mind raced with possibilities. Was this the desperate clamor of Dorian’s remaining loyalists, or something far more sinister? The anonymity of the message sent a shiver through her spine. It was as if the darkness itself was speaking—a dark promise that her actions had unleashed a chain of events beyond her control.

the man replied, grateful for the offer he got. “I am sorry for the inconvenience and no need to thank , I was looking for fabrics like yours but never found one, now I saw one and I should be the one to thank here. You will be getting a dozen of orders from tomorrow , get ready for it!” Ansif said patting the old man’s shoulder. The latter nodded his head with a smile. Simran and the women walked to them, they have heard their conversation, partially. “God send you both to us!” the women said as a sob escaped her lips.

She just existed and my heart took notice. I'd tried to chase that feeling and looking back to all the women I'd been with, it just showed me that I had been chasing reminders of her but not quite getting the real deal, so why did all of a sudden Scarlet have all those emotions resurfacing once more? I didn't believe in reincarnation but I was willing to consider that because she had Eve's eyes... I'd memorized them and I knew they were the same, no matter what angle or weather. I knew because I had ingrained all her features into my head.