روايات وقصص ضمن La Otra Mirada

Though, her answer made Adler conclude that she is currently finding a place to occupy. He stared intensely at the woman who was staring at him in the same manner, and an unannounced staring competition began. The longer he stared at her, the more he noticed how deeply dark her dilated pupils were, they were beautifully gloomy to the point that they look like a cat's eyes when it was nighttime, and her face, it may look like an empty, blank white canvas because of her pale features but they were unexpectedly sharp and had wonderful proportions. At the same time, he sensed something within him the longer he stares at her, especially her face. He recognized it as a sense of familiarity, but he

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

She kept her gaze fixed firmly on the floor, walking carefully toward the table so she wouldn't spill anything. There she is! his inner devil whispered excitedly. His dark eyes immediately locked onto her, wandering hungrily over her small, fragile body before settling on her beautiful face. Those striking green eyes of hers could easily bring any strong man straight to his knees—but those eyes were absolutely not allowed to look at any other man besides him. Once he finally broke her and made her entirely his own, he fully intended to ensure no other man would ever be allowed to look at her or even speak to her again.

She assists me in applying red lipstick and blush in an attempt to make me appear more vibrant and less pale as if I am ill. "Isn't this a little too short, Delila?" I anxiously ask, my gaze fixed on my reflection in the mirror. "Absolutely not! You have beautiful legs, Nesta. Show them off girl!" "All right, fine," I respond hesitantly as I look in the mirror at myself. After a long time, I stepped into a dress that curves and digs into all the contours of my body, making me look like all the females whom males are fascinated in. This dress makes me look like every other female who hopes to catch an attractive male's attention. I watch how the blotches and imperfections fade away as I apply

She smirked, setting out the plates and she proceeded to scoop cups of rice inside the small sack. “It is not about what you think, Yana.” “So, what it is all about?” Yana asked, trying to figure the statement I uttered. “Can we take this mirror off, Yana?” “What do you mean?” Yana wondered, wiping off the bottom part of the rice container before putting it back to its shaft. “Yana,” I came closer to her. “When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.”

She trailed off because her throat was as dry as the Sahara desert. He offered a glass of water which she drank in one gulp. Suddenly, memory fragments of Ramses slashing across her face replayed in her mind. She dropped the glass in her panicked state and sprinted fast to the bathroom. In front of a walled mirror, she gazed at her reflection, feeling her own skin. She stared at it motionless. "What's wrong, sweet pea?" Arnaldo probed, standing at the doorway. Apparent worry was written on his face and it reminded her of Eli.

"A mirror." "Where the fuck are we?" Mia said in confusion. "Wonderland––No. Maybe horrorland." Jeff replied, gaze moving back and forth on his dozens of reflection that graced both sides of the glass walls. It was amazing and at the same time terrifying. Seeing so many of yourself. "What do you think is this place?" Luna looked over to Salvador. He was a writer. Writers always have explicit knowledge's. "I don't–know." The numbers of eyes on him made him slightly uncomfortable. "But I don't feel good about it."

She was a ghost in her own life, a broken thing they were tasked with mending. But her mind was not mending. It was shattering. She spent hours staring at the canopy of the bed, tracing the patterns with her eyes until they swam and danced. She heard whispers in the crackling fire, saw Luciano's face in the wood grain of the floorboards. Sometimes she would laugh, a dry, rattling sound that had no mirth. Other times, she would weep for hours, her tears soaking the pillow until it was damp and cold. She was untethered, floating in a sea of grief and madness, with no shore in sight.

They would need explosives. With the supplies secured, I hit the road again, heading for Lascora, a place I had found online that seemed perfect for a funeral. Anxiety gnawed at me during the drive. Sight unseen, how could I truly be sure? However, as Lascora came into view, relief washed over me. It was ideal. The land stretched for miles, barren except for a few homes to the west. The ground was a blanket of yellow sand, devoid of vegetation, a natural barrier against the threat of wildfires.

A wife suffering in silence is fine. But a mistress getting pregnant? That is unacceptable. That is an insult. That is something that cannot be allowed. And that is what made me do this. I dig my fingers into my scalp, my breaths coming out in ragged sobs. She ruined everything. She turned Raghav against me. And now, I've lost him forever. No. No, I won't accept that. I can't accept that. My tears stop. I stand up slowly, wiping the last of my tears as my breathing evens out. My reflection in the mirror catches my eye, and for the first time in my life, I see myself clearly.