Novel & Cerita La Otra Mirada

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

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"Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering. "Mira, nice name...are u a fresher? He asked looking me over from head to toe. "Of course, I'm even going to the auditorium for my last clearance. "Ohh, thought as much with the files on your hands, I'm walking towards that side. "Alright" I said clutching the files was holding on my chest as I caught him staring at my breasts. "Hope you don't mind me showing you around later, anytime you are chanced?

There was no denying that despite the fact that she was just wearing pajamas, her long and creamy things looked inviting from those barely ass-covering shorts. Her white top, stretched across her tiny breasts, making him want to do nothing more than throw her on the bed and fuck her senses out but he didn’t act on his feelings and studied her. He knew that Annalise wouldn't even look at his face let alone open the door for him. What was going on? She noticed his scrutinizing gaze passed a hesitant smile. Andreas walked to her and kicked the door close whilst prompting Anna to move her wheelchair backward. She looked at him with those big sparkly eyes and licked her lips.

she continued, like I hadn’t spoken, “before he even registered I was here, his eyes went to you first.” “You’re reading into things.” “I am not reading into anything,” she said firmly, “I am telling you what I saw with my own two functioning eyes.” She tightened her grip on my arm slightly, “Stop pretending, Mira.” I looked at her, “Pretending what?” “That you don’t feel anything,” she said, straightforward and simple, no decoration on it, “because it is becoming genuinely embarrassing to watch, and I say that as someone who loves you completely.” I opened my mouth.

Maria asked. "We make her life a living hell," Evelyn replied. "The 'Mirror Marriage' isn't working anymore because Pauline has broken the reflection. She thinks she’s special. We need to show her she’s not. We’ll find a way to make Ricardo see her as a traitor. If she won't leave quietly, we’ll make sure she leaves in disgrace. Without the baby." I waited until their footsteps faded away before I stepped out from behind the curtain. My heart was pounding, but my mind was strangely clear. I knew the truth now. The "Eye for an Eye" marriage was just a cover for a much bigger, older war.

One day, I overheard a servant saying Phil and Tilda had been begging to see me. I went to Tilda first. Her hair was a mess, her face worn and tired, but her eyes still burned with defiance. "How did you know I wanted to kill you?" she demanded. "How?" Then, in a flash of realization, she gasped. "I get it. You were reborn, too, weren't you?" I smiled at her. "Are you only figuring that out now?" Her face twisted with rage as she rushed to the bars, gripping them so hard that it looked as if she wanted to tear me apart.

I ask again, louder this time. No answer. My throat tightens. The mirrors look normal from where I stand. Nothing more than light, shadow, and endless reflection. But the air buzzes, thick with grief. I take a slow step forward, drawn to the last mirror despite myself. The mirror before me ripples. My reflection blurs. For a moment, it looks like someone else entirely, a figure with silver eyes and a cruel smile. Then the surface clears, and the image changes. Riven.

His mirror showed him wielding a fiery sword, a fierce warrior avenging his past, but with a shadowy figure of himself lurking behind, a reminder of the rage that could consume him. “This isn’t me!” Claud exclaimed, shaking his head, determined to confront this darker side. Tara’s mirror displayed her as a lone figure in a desolate landscape, abandoned by those she loved. The image stung, but she met it head-on, asserting her strength and resilience. Lupa’s reflection showed a solitary wolf, she was on the floor, kneeling down and on the floor next to her were the dead bodies of every member of her family. A tear escaped her eyes but she stood firm, telling herself that it was just an illusi