Novel & Cerita Dream Broken Mirror

This time, not to break it, but to feel it. The mirror was cold, but behind it lay a false warmth. He closed his eyes and, together with Morat and Lyra, he rejected every image that appeared, power, love, peace, family. He accepted his flaws, his fears, and his responsibilities. From his palms, the light of the weave seeped into the mirror. Small cracks appeared. "No! You can't!" the Temptress screamed. The cracks widened. The images in the mirror shattered. Aron and Maya fell to the floor, released from the mirror, unconscious but alive.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

Dragging his battered body, he returned to my home, calling my name over and over at the door that remained firmly shut. I was inside, curled close to Noah, sleeping peacefully. Damian waited through the entire night, only to be forcefully expelled by Liam in the morning. His self-destruction, just as I had warned, had been utterly meaningless. His dignity, crushed by his futile self-harm, lay in ruins. Even the wolf within him was letting out weak, despairing wails. For all he had sacrificed, he received only my cold indifference. The light in his eyes had been extinguished completely.

"This is the official race inspection report issued ten minutes ago. It clearly states there were signs of deliberate damage to the brake line, and that the brake fluid contained a large amount of alcohol. "And this." I pointed at the big screen. The screen suddenly switched to surveillance footage. Although the corner of the garage itself had been a blind spot, Mason had missed one detail. The side mirror of the car parked opposite had clearly reflected him crouching beside my car with the hydraulic cutter in his hand. Looking at himself on the screen, Mason's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor. "No... that's not me... that's fake..." he struggled one last time.

My reflection on the mirror said everything about how I was feeling. It wasn't always easy to appear all strong and unbothered when deep down I was already dying inside. It hurts knowing that everything was a lie. There was no love from the beginning, there was nothing to hold unto, and realizing that I had nothing now sent chills down my spine. My mind flew back to how everything started, how I met Jade and how she introduced me to Rodrigo. It was a normal morning when my name was announced over the speakers that I was to appear to the principal's office. It felt completely strange having the principal send for me, but summoning courage, I made my way to the office where I got the worst new

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

She wasn’t alone. A mirror bloomed in front of her, tall and elegant, out of place in the steel cell. The surface shimmered… then cracked. Not once. Thirteen times. Each crack showed a version of her; young, afraid, burning, broken. Her as a child clutching her dying mother. Her as a surgeon in blood-soaked scrubs. Her as the Red Moon wolf, fur singed, eyes wild. All of them screaming. “No,” Mira rasped. “I’m not… I’m not fractured.”

Hopelessness surged, then cracked and gave way to rage. My fist drove into the mirror. A sharp crack split the air. Pain exploded through my hand, and for one breathless second, I felt it. A flash of satisfaction. Glass rained down, tiny blades that glittered like stars. Blood smeared across the porcelain, hot and steady. But the pain didn’t land. Not really. Nothing could hurt more than going back. I stared at the broken reflection. Fractured eyes. Fragmented truths. But the girl looking back?

reynolds Sign Out Broken dreams Edit Paywalled Published in 2023-02-19 15:32:56 321Words Days passed soon , today sunitas mil was arriving home after five months , sunita was shivering from inflence and fear to fear of the stories she heard frm cousin in laws . But she was sure that she will not get affected by those scarry stories and will put into all her efforts to win her mils heart.

If he is her mate, then he would surely reject them seeing how ruined and disgusting she was. “Alice! Don't say that. The scars mean nothing. He is meant for us.” Lenore snapped at her. “Alice yelled out loud; as she slammed her fist into the mirror. The glass cracked and shattered but held inside the mirror frame. She looked at the mirror surprised that she had hit it. Surprised that it was still intact. She looked at the mirror and hated it. The mirror was broken but still together. It could never be fixed but it was still together. She gritted her teeth, becoming more and more angry. She was the mirror, damaged, broken, ugly, and never being completely shattered but never being able to be