Bare Reflections Novels & Stories

Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.” The mirror flickered once… then rippled like liquid mercury before stabilizing. A scene came into view, a real-time image of one of the brothel rooms. Baevera Eldareth and her first client. They had already begun. Or, rather, he had. Baevera lay beneath him like a corpse. Heavy-lidded, desire-filled eyes watching him as he worked himself into a frenzy. The Moonmirror had no sound, but it did not need any. The image was clear enough.

My wolf disappeared from the mirror and I was able to see my human reflection. I walked away from the mirror, took my black fur jacket from my closet, took my purse from my bed and headed out of my room going downstairs to meet the rest. While I was coming downstairs, I noticed Alpha Jackson and Simon standing not too close from the last step, staring at me. Alpha was putting on a maroon and black colour tuxedo and a black shoe, he always looks good. Gosh! I feel embarrassed right now. I tried to avoid eye contact with both especially Jackson, their looks almost made me tripped on the stairs. Finally, I got to where they were and Jackson held my hands looking worried.

Caleb offers, and I know I've got him. "You read my mind. We could also share those stories with Jason and get his reaction to his foundation's hard work. In the meantime, I get my fourth quarter footage…" "And I get an anchor package since I'm short on reporters…" "Win-win." "I'm going to need footage of the bone marrow drive when it was here. You think you can go through the archives and pull the b-roll for me?" I hate going through the archives. But in this case, I'll do what it takes as long as I get the footage I want. "Absolutely. I'll do it right now."

Again My reflection in the mirror across the room brings me back to my reality. Pale skin, shadows under my eyes and a hollowness I can never quite shake. I barely recognize myself anymore. I now remain a silver of the man I used to be. Thirty-two and worn thin by a past that refuses to stay buried.

They were standing barefoot on a mirror. A world made of smooth, glassy ground stretching out in every direction, reflecting a sky that wasn’t a sky, just a swirl of memory and data and choices they hadn’t made yet. No sun. No stars. Just themselves. Perfectly visible in the mirrored floor beneath their feet. Only… The reflections didn’t match. Sera stared down. Her reflection smiled back at her. But not with her face. With Mira’s. Not as a mother. Not as a scientist.

Something in the stone recognized me. not for the reason I returned as For what I left behind without apology. I put both of my hands on the basin's rim. Whispered: > “Take it back. The narrative I’ve held it too long.” There was no shimmer to the water. It darkened. Not ominously. Deliberately. like a person who chooses to sleep before remembering. Lila I stood alone near the mirror seam. The crack was wider now. Inside: not shimmer. Not airy. A tree.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

"Should I fix on my own or he hired some makeup artists in his house?" "Yes miss he hired someone and you'll come with him to his house." "Oh! Okay." The boxes have a logo named Experansa, which is an expensive brand. It has a shiny red gown inside, while the other box has a five inches red pump and the last one which is the smallest among the three boxes contains a necklace, bracelet and earrings. My jaw drop when I tried it out. "This is so damn gorgeous," I said and turned around. I'm in the middle of admiring myself in the mirror when my phone beeped and it was a message from Brigor

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

REBORNED EPISODE 1 : The beginning of the end I Flashback 15 Years ago.... "grrrghn" the alarm rang. I sleepily snaked my tiny hand toward the ringing alarm and stopped it. I woke up , rubbed my eyes and jumped out of the bed. I remembered that today is my school parents and children sports day. yo! I can't wait to see mum be the winner. I ran into the bathroom like someone chased by monsters and freshened up till I jumped into the dinning room.