Flower Knows Hand Mirror Novels & Stories

Flora had to smile. Feeling more relaxed, Flora sat up and decided to go to the bathroom. She was happy that there was soap and was surprised that it even had hot shower. Flora decided to wash her face but realized that there was no mirror. The yacht crew was serious when he said that the master did not like mirrors. Apparently, it extended even to the servants’ quarters.

And if it did, of course, she is indeed reincarnated. 'But I am not!' She ranted inwardly upon seeing a very enchanting mirror with the shape of the eight number placed in a very shiny garden with blooming flowers everywhere. 'I still look the same! Unfortunately the same!' She stopped looking at herself and wandered her eyes around the mirror. 'And why on Earth is this mirror like this? It is already so weird that it has an eight shape yet it is also placed in a mini-garden. What the hell is this mirror supposed to be? A representation of a female God? Perhaps am I in-' "My lady! My lady, where have you possibly been?! My lad-" Arshana's echoing voice slowly dropped when she saw Roxanne, he

She lifted her hand and threw the flower up so high and the flower ran traveled all the way past the girls and landed in the particular hand of someone none of them could see yet. Elena turned back hoping to see who had caught the flower, but they were all just as confused as her. Their eyes searched discreetly through the crowd and there, Elena’s eyes fell on the pretty-looking Mira, who was standing right in front of a packed car, with the flower in her hand. Her eyes widened. She ran the back of her palms against her eyes trying to know if what she was seeing was real. “Elena..” she heard her name. She let go of her eyes and they still met with that of Mira.

Thus, she had decided to give up on her combined Master's and Doctorate program. This estate could be considered a turning point in Miranda's fate. … As her thoughts returned to the present, Hansel led her through the door. The next second, a sea of blooming flowers greeted her eyes. Even though Miranda was mentally prepared, she was still taken by surprise. She saw a variety of flowers blooming vividly in the cold winter. Roses, begonias, orchids, azaleas, and gardenias… As soon as she stepped in, the warmth in the room was overwhelming.

I rushed inside my room and slammed the door shut. I locked it again and again. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, I leaned against the door and tried to breathe. “There's no one here,” I said. But then again I looked at the flowers. My heart skipped. The roses were changing, the petals were turning dark, drying out so fast. Like they were getting old in seconds. My phone notified me again. Another message. CHECK THE MIRROR. I shouldn't have looked. Out of curiosity, I turned to the small mirror near the door.

I feel the heat rising beneath my skin because there is not going on between me and Alexander. Mira doesn't flinch. She just bends down and plucks a delicate and white flower from a bush beside her. She twirls it between her fingers, a smile of knowing self-satisfaction on her lips. "You know," she murmurs, plucking the first petal and letting it drop, "I wasn't born yesterday." I roll my eyes. "Good for you." Another petal falls. "My eyes are working very well." I stay silent, watching her carefully.

Bewitched by the mirror, the lady stretched forth her hand to take the melting flower. She had gotten a whole lot of inspiration from from that picture. It aided her in the specific elements she tried in the first four drafts that she sketched during the early design stage. Yara saw the decorative motif around the mirror as series of lace-like strips. Then the oval shaped mirror as a fur-like material. Then the melting flower as the product being delivered to the lady's outstretched hand (the customer). It was a weird source of inspiration but she cherished it nevertheless.

He avoided staring, he raised a hand so my eyes landed there. He opened his palm, I frowned, but it immediately disappeared when a flower came out of it. He looked at me and slightly brought it closer. I parted my lips and took it. "What is this for?" He looked up at me. "Can I fix you?" After a few moments, I nodded from staring at him for a long time, even though I was confused, I couldn't do anything. He smiled widely, and pulled me to the mirror desk. I sat in my chair that was there.

FLORA The mirror beat like a living creature under my fingers. Magic seemed to vibrate through the glass, warping my reflection before it stabilized into something more… recognizable. Hailey was alone in her room, her back to me, shoulders rigid. Her crown had never been suited for her, yet she wore it like a fighter. It was nearly admirable. Nearly. I smiled, lightly touching my fingers to the glass. The connection happened, and the flickering candle flame dancing in her room died. The air was thick with the scent of roses and decay.

Without the burden of a fleshy body, it could travel at a faster speed. One other advantage of this mirror image was that it was compelling. Even as the North Emperor, Dusk didn’t notice that it wasn’t Alex himself. At the time, another lotus flower started blooming within Alex’s body. ‘No way?’ ‘This is just too easy!’ It felt like these three thousand flowers were all waiting for a grand opportunity, no matter the size. As long as something were to trigger it in the slightest, it would bloom immediately. ‘The Great Mirror Spell!’