A Mirror Mended Novels & Stories

Yet seeing it reminded me of Laila and her stories about the Omega who became Luna. I sighed and made to throw the mirror into the bin beside my table since it was basically useless now anyway. “Ouch!” I let out a pained gasp when a broken shard of the mirror cut through my finger, making me slam the mirror back on the table. I bled from the little and I blew on it, trying to stop it from bleeding even more. I couldn’t bear having any more injuries when I was only just healing from the ones inflicted on me days ago.

But why do I still see the broken girl even if the mirror is not there anymore? The blood on my hands is proof that I did everything to make the broken girl go away, but she remains. I’m broken. And there is no fixing me. Even if there is no mirror, I will still be broken because the problem is not the mirror, it’s not the people who see me. The problem is ‘me’.

The next morning arrived quietly. Soft rays of sunlight spilled into the hospital room, casting delicate shadows across the white floor tiles. Anna sat propped up against a pillow, a thin blanket over her legs, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the beaded necklace Mama Grace had left behind. She didn't understand why, but something about the Charm kept drawing her in. It felt safe. Even though her Memory still refused to offer answers, She was slowly adjusting to the

We all looked at the shards of glass that were used to be a mirror. “That mirror was over one hundred years old,” Beatrice said, eliciting head-shaking from those around her. “The best we could do was stand pack once the destruction began, and I got a lot of people into the bathroom where they could lock the door.” “Was anyone else hurt?” Mira asked, switching into healing mode. “I’m a doctor, if anyone needs care—“ “We’re okay, thank you,” Beatrice said, holding up a hand. “They weren't here to kill anyone, though they didn't seem fazed if someone got in the way of their mayhem.”

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

Edam replied. “They were all afraid to trust what we can do, not knowing that whatever that is done in unity always produces a result”. Terry utters, spreading his hands as a rich man. “Huh, motivation has gone wrong, what do you feel like now?“. Shola jokes. Terry smiles. “I feel like Michael Motivation”. He replied laughing. **** A few minutes after he got to his hostel, Edam rushed in with his phone for him to answer his call. “Shola takes this phone, you have a call”. Edam calls out to him.

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

“They have nothing on me.” “Sure, they don't. But, Rena, how exactly do you plan to handle this?” Ada asked, worry bleeding through tone. Mirena tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “The easiest way,” she replied. She merged into traffic smoothly, eyes focused ahead. “Do you know the disadvantage of a house of mirrors?” She asked and basked in the silence that followed afterwards. A smile curved her lips.. “It shatters the moment you throw a rock at it,” she continued. “Every reflection fractures. Every illusion collapses. The beauty people admired becomes something twisted and unrecognizable.”

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

CHAPTER ONE MIRA "How do I look?" "Lucky," Sharon's voice reminded me of where I came from. I was standing in front of the mirror. The mirror hung on a single nail in a corner of a dimly lit, sparsely furnished room. The mirror's surface is cloudy and streaked, reflecting a distorted image of the bare, peeling walls and the worn, creaky floorboards. The frame, once ornate, now hung crooked and faded, its gilded edges chipped and worn away. The mirror seemed to lean wearily against the wall, as if it too had given up on the surroundings.