Flower Knows Hand Mirror Novels & Stories

Nothing but benevolence came from the mirror and its image. Sitting sideways on to Josie, the mirror-woman patted her abundant red hair, tweaking the frothy curls at the front into shape. She bit her lips to make them full and red, then picked up a cut-glass scent bottle. Removing the stopper, she used it to apply perfume to her pulse points — behind her ears, in the crook of her elbow, on the insides of her wrists. Josie smelled the lavender - and heliotrope notes of ‘Jicky’, her own favourite classic French perfume. With a mischievous smile the mirror-woman shrugged off the robe and applied a dab of perfume between her breasts.

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”

I leaned against the counter, gripping its edge as if it was only my salvation right now not to cry. "Pull yourself together, Euphyllia," I mumbled, staring myself at the mirror. I even began to fan myself to cease the tears resting in the corners of my eyes. "You've been taught composure. Always composure." I kept chanting silently until I froze when my eyes landed on the flower vase, resting neatly on the marble surface of the sink, and saw a familiar flower alone. A chrysanthemum! Again! If from the other day, I saw that it was a pink and yesterday was a white one, now, it was a red chrysanthemum!

I held the flower vase on my right side but because of my shivering hands, I didn't see that it's not the vase that I hold but instead it was the flower. The vase dropped into the floor and the flower was the only left. And when I pointed it to them the guy laughed. "What are you going to do with that flower little girl?" I was going to throw the flower when I learned that it's glued to my palm. My wide-open eyes got terrified when the flower and my hand as if there's a connection. What is happening!

It was a refreshing sight, looking so endless, yet it felt ephemeral, unreal. He followed his gaze upon the white light that slowly seeped into one area and gradually formed into a figure, which he supposed to have belonged to a woman. And half of what was in front of him was suddenly covered in pasture and vibrant flowers of different colors, sizes, and inflorescence. It was then he realized he was standing on the ground, a bountiful ground.

She rasped in worry. " I'll explain to you later. Just help me out of here, please " Axion replied. " Ok. Wait, how am I supposed to help you out? " She questioned in confusion. Everything was happening so fast. " Just reach out and pull me out " Axion answered and, without hesitation, she placed her hand on the mirror, and to her surprise, her hands penetrated the mirror. Axion, who was inside the mirror, immediately grabbed her hands.

Miren's piercing gaze was a warning to him that he shouldn't be overreacting to her, so he refrained from touching Miren's cheek as he had planned to do at first. Marik put on an act of pity by crouching down and purposefully bringing his handsome face close to that of Miren. He pretended to feel sorry for her. Suddenly, in Marik's hand appeared a very stunning rose. The petals of each flower had a bit of gold burned into them, giving them a glittery appearance while still maintaining the rose's natural beauty.

"My name is Miranda and I am the witch whom you will be staying with until you figure out how to get to the King." But Mizuko didn't want to go without seeing Kenshi. Although he said he'd be watching from afar, she didn't want to be with this woman. She looks like a goddess but... it feels like she's a sassy strict witch who could turn her into a bug if she gets annoying. They remained glaring at each other for some moments until Miranda motioned her hand and a big flower appeared. Mizuko's eyes widened, staring at the massive rose. "H-how did you..." she could not finish what she's about to ask for she was awed with the flower.

It didn’t matter that he was human; he was still a precious member of the pack. “No, yes…maybe…I don’t know…” Freya swiped her hands through her hair. “He brought her flowers yesterday afternoon…black dahlias and red poppy.” “So?” So Julian gave Mirage flowers…what was wrong with that? “Black dahlias and red poppy…are considered cursed flowers, Alex.” Freya sighed. “And these were imbued in some kind of spell. Mirage seemed constantly afraid…panicked, until I burned down the flowers and she returned to her normal self slowly.”

“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.”