Novel & Cerita In Every Mirror She's Black

she mumbled and stood up from where she was seated. She looked out of her window and saw that the darkness was overcoming the lights. She dressed up in an all-black outfit and stared into the mirror. "Moonstone, here I come"

She ran out and came back with clothes in her hands. She placed them on the bed, "Get dressed, I'll be right back." She went out again. I dressed up in a men's T-shirt which nearly crossed my knees. Standing in the mirror, I looked like some painting in a museum. The rainbow colors are designed in the middle and a ship beneath it. "Hey beauty, come take some tea, and drugs," Patricia dropped them on a table in the room, "Did you watch yourself in that glass?" "Yes, why not, it's a mirror, perhaps. Just that, mirrors aren't usually black."

Whatever it is, it’s better to face it head-on than become a coward. There was nothing inside. Her furniture was like how it was when she left. There’s no sign of anything. She switched on the light and the whole place lightened. She sighed in relief. Amilia firmly closed the door and make sure it was locked. She then proceeds to her room. There was nothing out of ordinary. Except for her mirror. Her mirror portrayed a different reflection. It didn’t show her bed or the paint on the wall. It was a total black. She placed herself in front to examine the mirror. A total blackness.

They are also the passageway to the other world. Now as she lay down with all the mirrors she could find surrounding her. Some were hanging on the wall while others where just placed against the wall. she could see herself everywhere she turned…her reflection was everywhere….how things would work out, she had no idea…but she knew she was prepared…she had been prepared for the worst...her movies were just a reflection of what she had been going through, now she had to face it…. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard noises and she stood up. Has it started? She checked the clock, it wasn’t 12 yet. She heard more noises and she sat up.

Tiffany caressed her bloody face and shivered vigorously. No way… This was not her! She was an exalted heiress, known for her delicate face that every man would go crazy for! This horrible, ugly face in the mirror was not hers! … Crash! Tiffany furiously smashed the mirror with the washing liquid, causing the perfect mirror to shatter. However, the broken mirror still reflected her bloodied, imperfect face. Tiffany went ballistic upon seeing her reflection. She shut her eyes and growled out loud, “This isn’t me! This isn’t me!”

They locked the door and pushed me to the sink sitting me down on the counter that was made of black marbles. "You look like sh*t." Queen was the first one to break the silence. "What is that supposed to mean?" She took my shoulders twisting them to the Mirror. I now know what they mean that some people die when looking at the mirror, not because of their good looks but because they simply look like the twin of dog sh*t.

"I'm glad you like the smell too." Just as he took a peek at the right mirror, he noticed that she was fiddling her thumbs on her lap once again. She was nervous, he figured then thought that it wasn't such a wonder since this is their first time being almost physically close aside from sitting side-by-side on the stools attached to his kitchen countertop and in an environment aside from his house too. He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Where is he now?" "No one knows," Daisy said. "But something else happened—Bianca." ******* At the edge of the city, Bianca stood before a mirror, clutching a vial of black water. Her reflection looked like her mother's—a woman decades older than she truly was. Her once-glossy hair had turned brittle, her skin pale and dry like winter bark. She screamed, smashing the mirror with her hand. Every shard reflected her horror—each one showing a different version of her: child, lover, liar, traitor. All of them aging, withering faster than time could count.

The sound of breaking glass filled the room, but it still wasn't enough. She tore at her hair, yanking at the roots as sobs wracked her body. "How—how could this happen?!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she turned to the broken mirror. Her reflection was distorted, fragmented into a thousand pieces of herself staring back at her, mocking her. Her hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms. She had spent years building her image, making sure she was untouchable, desirable, perfect. She had been worshipped by millions, adored by the cameras, envied by every woman who wished they could be her.

Walking towards her room. Letting her clothes fall to the ground leaving her completely naked. She made her way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower. Looking at herself in the mirror. Admiring her beauty. She grabs the mirror hanging on the wall throwing it to the ground making it shatter. Her breath quickened. Looking towards one of the pieces of mirror laying on the ground. She saw her true self. The ugly side of herself. The creature she was born as.