Goldia Pocket Mirror Novels & Stories

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

Seeing his face made me gasp because he looked familiar and I was reminded of the other times I dreamed about him and this place! "Silas, look at this mirror. Don't you think the queen will like this?" I blinked and looked at the mirror he was showing. It was a gold hand mirror that had pretty art details on the back. Looking at it, I can see why Milo thought of the queen. "It suits her." I smiled and we bought the mirror, looked around some more and bought some candies for the prince and princess as well. "Do you think they will like these? They're sweet." I asked Milo while chewing on one.

Fatty Wang thought for a moment and said, "Well, the last time you took back a broken mirror and put it away for half a year. Nobody asked for it. Just use it." Then he took out an ancient mirror from the counter. It was the size of a palm, and there was a handle about ten centimeters long behind it. It looked very old in bronze, but it was not made of copper. Niuer said, "Fatty, how can you get this mirror out? It may be a good thing." "Impossible, you bought it by just 50 yuan. I have marked it 100 yuan for half a year, but nobody wants it. How could it be a good thing?"

Chapter 2️⃣4️⃣ ❤️ Myrrak's Jealousy ❤️ She went back to the wardrobe and reached into the same hidden place where she had gotten the dark orb pendant. This time, her fingers touched something cold and smooth. She pulled it out carefully. It was a small hand mirror, round and old, with tiny gold around the silver frame. She wiped off the dust with the edge of her dress, gave it one last clean swipe with her palm, then cleared her throat quietly.

Aldrin asked as he scratched his head “One of the duchesses has made an order for 6.” “Okay.” Mira nodded. Aldrin handed her 60 gold coins. “Do you have glittering pieces that I can use for my work?” Mira asked without confidence. She had seen the stuff in her previous life, but she didn’t know what they were called. Aldrin took her around to the sections where he had all things sparkly. Mira looked around before spotting what she wanted, the copper-colored reflective bits of metal. “This…. I want this…” Mira pointed excitedly.

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. 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.

If one had good judgment, one would be able to buy genuine stuff. Otherwise, one would only be able to buy fake goods. However, wanting to find genuine goods was like looking for a needle in a haystack… When Xyla wandered close to a small stall in the middle of the market, a bronze mirror covered with patina caught her attention. This bronze mirror was twice as big as the average bronze mirror, and the thickness was also twice as thick as the average bronze mirror. There was also a line of a gap in the center. It looked like two large mirrors grouped.

He carefully wrapped the canvas pieces together with strips of fabric he tore from his own clothes. His most precious find, however, was a cache of dried berries and seeds. He recognized some of them from his childhood – hardy plants that survived even the harshest conditions. These would offer a meager source of sustenance during his journey. He meticulously stored them in the pockets of his jacket and secured his metal bucket and canvas patches to his backpack, every piece of his scavenged hoard precious. He even managed to salvage a broken piece of mirror, reflecting only a distorted image, yet invaluable for checking his condition.

His mother has a penchant for the brand. There are two of them, identical in shape, both featuring a delicate gold rim and exquisite raised detailing. One has a deep blush ground, with cream and coral florals winding around the body. The other is a soft, muted sage green. They are two versions of the same object seen in different lights—a mirror image of a shared life. He picks them up. The glaze is cool and glass-smooth against his calloused fingers. Elias stares at them for a heartbeat. He isn't seeing the airport, he's seeing the kitchen in his Toronto penthouse on a slow Sunday morning. He sees steam rising from the spout, two cups sitting on the marble counter, and Mia's hands wrapped a

They weren’t real. But little did I know that time, I’d be experiencing those in a literal way. Like, seriously. In a gut-wrenching, stomach-twisting literal way. And it all started when I brought an artifact back in my place. The six-foot-tall mirror looked classic, ancient, but it didn’t scream precious. For starters, the frame wasn’t gilded. It was made of metal that looked like bronze. It wasn’t adorned with rubies or diamonds too. It was just simple, little flowers and elegant curves carved on its sides.