Novel & Cerita Haachama Face Reflection

However, now, with her laughter and the gentle, beautiful illumination from the streetlamp, her entire face appeared gentle and beautiful. Hanley's eyes flickered slightly, and he cleared his throat, making a low, affirmative sound. This scene actually looked quite beautiful. A refined and handsome man gazed down at a woman with a bright smile, the streetlamp shining gently overhead. However, suddenly, a surprised voice interrupted them. "Hanley? When did you come back?" Both Hanley and Candice paused. Candice looked up to see a young woman gazing at them curiously. Hanley stared at the woman for a moment. "What are you doing here?"

I turned on the switch of the bathroom light. Splashing some cool waters on my face, I glanced back at the mirror to find the little reflection was gone. Then I found there myself again. A broken woman has replaced the little reflection. A broken girl with quivering swollen lips, red puffy eyes and water dripping down from the face.

Zach then started working on clearing the picture. After some time they could see the photo in a better vision. The face was also but recognizable. It’s a girl’s face. She is looking like a teenager and her face is so much similar to Rose. “Boss, she is looking so similar to miss Rose’s face, but I am not sure if she is miss Rose or any relative of her.” Henry said to Alex, facing the screen. Alex has no different thoughts from Henry. He can also see some features are matched with Rose’s face but they can’t be sure if she is Rose or not.

His face hardened at the memory of what this face did to him , he shut his eyes tight and tried to divert his thoughts. The room was pitch dark, suddenly a dim light turned on, beneath the light was a long mirror, Mahira saw herself in the mirror, but the reflection in the mirror appeared to have pale white skin , she was covered with blood all over, she opened her mouth to speak but was silent, then her eyes look at her and turned evil black as she lifts both her hand, to her horror Mahira sees the reflection holding a knife in one hand and a male doll in another, she lifts the knife and slashes the neck of the doll in one ruthless strike, then the reflection begins to cry.. Mahira calls ou

Her eyes seemed to bore into her own reflection as she spoke, "Do you think he is on to us?" The mirror seemed to ripple, like the surface of a pond, and then Mrs. Iyama's reflection responded, its voice low and menacing. "That fool didn't suspect a thing." But it was clear that this was not Mrs. Iyama speaking; her reflection had taken on a life of its own, revealing a dark, demonic presence lurking beneath the surface.

My head almost exploded when I saw the reflection of another person. "WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed for a moment, reflexively covering my mouth. I slapped my face over and over again, pulling at the fair skin until the corpse makeup peeled off. Where was my old face? The sweet olive skin that my mother gave me? Where was the purple layered hair that I always thought was cool? Why? Why is there another person's face? The face of a popular pop star, Arthemisya Zacceline. Why has that become my face? That is beyond crazy!

The shadow of her back had just disappeared, the waterfall stopped flowing, and the glass of water placed next to her broke. Leaving the hall, Hana walked up to the first floor. This floor has only a white bed and a makeup table. Hana didn't intend to linger here for too long, but the mirror on the makeup table caught her attention. Hana strolled to the front of the mirror and saw the beautiful girl again. She was smiling at Hana, a very gentle smile. "Did you see that girl?" Hana asked the broom. It put its long face close to the mirrors, looking back and forth and finally shaking its head, "It's just you and me."

​Seraphina couldn't draw breath, her lungs freezing as the woman standing beyond the widening tear of the Veil revealed a terrifying truth. It wasn't a distant resemblance or a deceptive mirror image; the woman possessed her exact face—the precise silver contour of her eyes, the dark fall of hair, the sharp line of her jaw, and even the faint, jagged crescent of a scar beneath her left eye. Instinctively, Seraphina’s hand flew to her own cheek, her fingertips tracing her skin to confirm she wasn't looking at a ghost.

I put up the light fabric from my face and amble close to the mirror. My eyes widen to its full length when I see my reflection. I'm unable to recognize the face I'm looking at. Samara's makeup and hair style techniques are near to professional. My already big eyes are looking bigger due to light smoky eye makeup. Lips are perfectly shaped and coated with bright pink coral shade. My overall face skin is radiating with a lightest pink hue akin to natural blush. I look good. I look...beautiful. She has rolled all of my hair above my head and fix the long veil on them.

I’d lost sleep for days,weeks maybe. I rubbed the back of my neck and took a breath, trying to shake off the unease crawling under my skin. But then, I saw it. My reflection blinked,once, twice, out of rhythm with me. My heart stopped. I froze, my pulse hammering. I raised my hand slowly, and the reflection followed… a moment late. Then it smiled. I didn’t. A slow, crooked grin stretched across its face, my face, but there was something in it, something wrong. Its eyes gleamed darker than mine, sharper, mocking.