Homelander Mirror Scene Mga Nobela at Kwento

I notice her the second I walk in. she's huddled in a quiet corner away from prying eyes with her phone in hand and her favourite journal tucked away under her arm. She is still as beautiful and as shy as always fuck and her body has gotten way more curvy and sexy ..... what the fuck is wrong with me was I really just getting hard thinking about Maria's body for fucks sake she is your brother's girlfriend unfortunately. I try to keep my gaze away, try to school my expression but then I see her she's trying to take a picture........ of Draven. I don't know why but that makes me want to smash that fucking phone.

The real Elian sat calmly beside Kael. But the reflection— Its hand rested higher against its stomach. Protective. Possessive. And its silver eyes… Were darker. Not fully black. But not normal either. Mira’s blood ran cold. Then— The reflection slowly smiled at her again. --- “Mira?” She startled violently. The mirror returned to normal instantly. Elian looked concerned. “You dropped the blanket.” Mira blinked downward. The blankets had slipped from her hands onto the floor. “…Sorry.” Her voice sounded weak.

Chapter 20 "Good morning, sleepyhead," a sultry, smooth voice told Adler as he opened his eyes, a blurry face of a woman with a thick mane of hair welcomed his sight that made him automatically squint his eyes in response. "What's wrong?" the woman laughed amusedly at his reaction while he waited for his clear vision to recur. Moments later, his vision became clear and he realized who was in front of him. It was Elis in her robe-like negligee that exposed her bareness, staring down at him with her eyes holding amusement like she was witnessing something entertaining, and the right corner of her lips lifted up to her cheek for an alluring smile. The moment he had a good look on her face, he r

For a moment I'm confused, till I realise that we are in the presence of an Alpha, even if it doesn't feel like it. Okay, maybe it does by the long stretch of silence Landon is feeding like a fire, by just staring at the offered hand Cyrus is showing. I sigh in relief when Landon finally shakes it, not taking his dark brown eyes off Cyrus's wide, scared blue ones. "I didn't expect to find you here Alpha, with my date," Cyrus declares cynically. Landon's jaw clenches in immediate response, and I want to slam my face into my hand.

He turned away from the mirror. “Not now," he muttered. The reflection in the mirror did not break eye contact. The wolf was fully present. It watched through Damian’s eyes. “You’ve already decided her fate without hearing her truth" the reflection said. The wolf’s voice was clearer now. It was layered over Damian’s image. The mirror seemed like a consciousness. Damian’s expression hardened. He stepped closer to the table. He refused to look at the mirror. "I have heard enough," he said coldly. The reflection in the mirror shifted with him. The wolf stared back even when Damian tried to look.

The other was raised, held in mid air, the murderous claws looking suddenly unsure of their purpose. “Dominic, I know you’re still in there,” I said, trying to stay calm. My eyes were full of tears that were starting to fall sideways to my ears. “Please, it’s me, Mira, it’s me!” He lowered his arm, his eyes searching, his nostrils flaring as he took in my scent. I allowed myself to close my eyes for a breath just to escape the situation, wishing he was my Dominic again. “Mira…” His guard was coming down, he was starting to recognize me. He was distracted enough not to notice when I raised my arm and jabbed him in the neck with a needle. His eyes became desperate at the impact and pain, and I

“Yeah? Then why’s the mirror pulsing like that?” The mirror. Had it reacted to her leaving? Maren crouched low, slipping into a shadowed crevice on the left. The hallway opened up ahead into a chamber, and three of the guys were gathered around what looked like a floating orb. One had spiky silver hair, another had bark-like skin, and the third — the one who’d smirked at her earlier — stood with his arms crossed, watching the orb like it was an annoying riddle. “It’s linked to her,” Silver Hair muttered. “The mirror reacts when she does something extreme.”

Hans, wanting to ensure he received his share of the credit, stepped forward and said, "I have a treasure that can record images of this place as evidence." "Thank you so much, Hans," several immortals responded. Hans fished out a mirror and began recording the surroundings. However, what everyone saw left them stunned. The images captured by the mirror were completely different from what everyone else saw. In fact, they were two entirely different scenes. If an outsider viewed them, they would likely believe they were pictures of two completely different locations.

“Please, I don’t have any fear.” But as soon as he walked past one of the mirrors, it shimmered and showed a vision of Lindsay, she was chained, and was crying out his name. Hardin froze. “Lindsay?” He took a step toward the mirror, but Kieran grabbed him. “It’s not real! Don’t look!” Hardin’s eyes were full of rage and pain. “It feels real!” Kieran shoved him back, breaking the mirror with a burst of energy. “Snap out of it!”

But his time wasn’t up yet. “I’m sorry,” Mira said with tears before pushing him into the mirror. Cohen’s hand refused to let her go as the force inside the mirror was pulling him out of the Unknown. Mira unclenched her hand knowing that he would lose his grip too. Cohen fell into the mirror. She looked at the final glimpse of her loved ones as Cohen now back alive tried to fight Liam to reenter the mirror. Several Enforcers tackled Cohen to the floor to prevent him from reentering the mirror.