Flower Knows Hand Mirror Novels & Stories

The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes. As pull it from the case, it warms to my touch, as if it recognizes me. There is a small shock as I place a second hand on the frame, and I feel a very weird jolt through my body as something within me connects to the mirror, allowing me to see what is shining within.

"It sounds very efficient, Mira. Just make sure the wolfsbane extract is locked in the cabinet before you leave for your 'magic' dinner." "Already done," Mira said, waving a hand. Then she tilted her head, studying Lumina the way she sometimes did when she thought Lumina wasn't paying attention. "He brought me sunflowers, by the way. I didn't even know I wanted sunflowers until I saw them and burst into tears." "That's very sweet," Lumina said carefully. "It is, isn't it?" Mira's voice softened. "I keep waiting for something to go wrong. You know how it is. When something feels too good, you start bracing for the fall."

As Axel walked out of the bathroom, he saw Mirabel standing by the window side and looking outside, she seemed to be deeply concentrated on whatever she was seeing, cause didn't even turn around or move when she heard the sound of the bathroom door. Mirabel who was focused on the flower garden outside didn't budge at all, the view was so beautiful and she could see it from here, although it was nightfall already yet she could still see it because of the large lamps used in surrounding the garden, adding to Its night beauty. Mirabel's lips curved into a beautiful smile at the sight, she had always loved flowers to the extent that she could tell the name and difference between them. Axel stood

But I hesitate when my eyes catch a splotch of color on the ground under my hands that hadn't been there when I sat down. There were flowers, tiny blue ones with white middles, blossoming from where my hands had been. I could see the outline of my fingertips, in fact, but no palm or thumb. I look at my hand, which has loose blades of grass stuck to it. I look at the other side of me, but there are no flowers on that side where my hand had been. The only difference between my hands were I used one to wipe my tears. I leaned down a little and stared at the flowers that continued to slowly creep up from the ground. They were very small; their circumference wasn't even that of a dime. Looked lik

“Because in this mirror…you’re already dead.” Camela’s chest tightened, and just as she tried to move, the surface of the mirror rippled—and a pale hand emerged from it, the fingers curling toward her throat.

The question came out sharper than I meant it to. She released my hand and reached for a small pot on the table. Inside was an unbloomed flower, its petals still tightly closed. She cupped it gently in her palms. Her hands began to glow with that familiar blue light. I watched the flower respond, petals unfurling like it was waking from sleep. It bloomed fully in her hands, beautiful and perfect. Then her hands changed. The blue light shifted to red, angry and pulsing. The flower began to wilt. Its petals turned brown, then black. Within seconds, it crumbled to dust between her fingers.

For a second, Mira couldn’t take another step. This wasn’t how she had imagined seeing him. Not like this. Not quiet. Not motionless. Her eyes slowly drifted around the room— And then she saw it. The flowers. Resting gently on a small table beside his bed. Her breath caught. She recognized them immediately. The same ones he had told her about. The ones he had gone out of his way to get. The ones he never got to give her. Mira walked over slowly, her hands trembling as she reached for them.

A smirk played on my lips as I powered my phone off, headed to the salon, and indulged in a relaxing spa session. Lying there, pampered and at ease, I plotted my day. The funeral's total expenses, including the bonuses I had promised, came to 33 million dollars. Any surplus, and I would have to cut another check for the manager. Next on my list was securing a venue for the funeral, spacious enough for the sea of flowers. That was another hefty chunk of change. With flowers galore, their arrangement was another puzzle to solve, likely needing a bit of palm greasing to get it done right.

I can't do that with seeing Carlson around. Mira walked into the room; I didn't even take notice of her till I turned around to get something. She had a rose flower on her hand, and her face fell. She didn't look too good. I wanted to spend time with her, but then I had to go.I bent to her size and raised her chin to look at her. “I want to exchange gifts with you on Christmas Eve, but then you're leaving… please.” She handed the flower over to me, which I took. Smiled at it and gave a wide smile.

She looked at his hands he had some flower. "Thank you, How did you?—" He gave them her, she noticed these flowers weren't ordinary, they came from Eciariel, it was forbidden to go there as you would slowly lose your sanity due to the illusions and creatures "I grow them in my garden." He told her as she flicked her wrist making a vase appear, she placed the flowers inside, the vase moved out of her hands going to her bedside table, "You don't have to add water, they never perish."