Flower Knows Hand Mirror Novels & Stories

With a hand on my face, I try to pinpoint the changes something just feels different. Desperately wishing for a mirror and a change of clothes, I close my eyes and try to focus my mind on calling forth these items with my magic. My palm tingles with the remnants of the bond I once shared with Cal, the scar still raised and angry despite the changes that have occurred to the rest of me. I take a deep breath and concentrate harder, willing something to appear in my hand. Suddenly, I feel a weight drop into my palm, and when I open my eyes, I find a small handheld mirror resting there.

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"

A maid approached them and helped them carry their stuff to the house. Miranda was expecting to see a mediocre house carelessly erected but what she saw made her fall in love instantly. The house was beyond her imagination. It was a glass house that resembled a dome. A bridge separated the forest with a big clearance that was occupied by nothing but pure flowers. The wind blowing brought about a refreshing set of flowers. Miranda could see a large extension of what looked like... Blue roses??? " Are those Blue roses?''Miranda asked, amazed. Even if she understood little about flowers, she knew that blue roses were rare and that's because they were selective and required a lot of attention an

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

I step in, and I’m hit with a scent—lavender, orange, vanilla—luxury in aromatherapy form. “What is this place? Martha Stewart’s house?” I close my eyes for a moment. After I’m done with my business, I head to the sink, wash my hands, and dry them with a towel neatly folded on the countertop. I look up, and I frown. The mirrors are covered in tape. Layer after layer, like someone went to war with self-reflection. “This is weird.” I whisper to myself, my hand already peeling the tape from the bottom. I peel another and another until one strip remains. I pull it gently, and the mirror clears.

Asher stood in front of Ezra's door, debating whether to knock or not. His internal turmoil manifested in sweaty palms, a physical manifestation of the emotional storm within him. Just as he was about to make a decision, Ezra's voice pierced through the silence, and his hand froze mid-air. She was on the phone, expressing affection to someone, referring to them as "my sweetheart."

Ariande snapped her fingers at him when she noticed that he wasn't listening. "I am talking to you, mister." Xander couldn't help but laugh. Ariande became confused. ' Has he lost his mind now?' " You think I would change your dress. You wish! A maid did that. I just lied to see your reaction. Who would want to have a look at your ugly body. Have anyone ever told you how ugly you are?. Take a good look at a mirror and you'll see." He adjusted himself and was about to leave when he paused.

As I was thinking about it I fell asleep. The first thing I remembered after I was awake was the Astral Mirror. I took it and closely studied it critically. I realized the astral mirror has two sizes. The front and back view is just like an ordinary mirror. The difference is that the astral mirror vibrates to give a signal. But an ordinary mirror is the one the ladies use for their makeup. I saw blood dried on my both feet. I rushed to the washroom. After preparation, I took the astral mirror and said I was going to work. Suddenly the mirror began to vibrate; I opened my hand to access the mirror. The word okay was blinking. Just as I opened my hands it stopped vibrating. I nodded and put it

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

I approached the mirror, The woman in the mirror had long, flowing white hair and cold, blue beautiful eyes. She looked exactly like Luna Mei ling, the evil Luna from the show Moonbound Fate. "No," I breathed, touching the glass. The reflection touched the glass too. I pinched my arm hard. "Ow!" The reflection did the same thing, I dressed backward, gestured hello the reflection repeated the same thing I pinched myself again,