La Otra Mirada の小説・ストーリー

MIRA'S POV:- I opened my eyes again and found myself lying on a bed that felt very familiar. As I looked up, my eyes met with two ocean blue eyes that were staring at me with hope shining brightly in those eyes. I gasped loudly as I tried to back away. "Hey, hey, hey! Honey Bunch! Calm down. I am not going to hurt you. Look at me. Look into my eyes. You know me." A raspy and deep voice reached my eyes. He was talking to me and hearing his soothing voice, I felt a little better.

Closing on a person halfway through was a death sentence. The tear in the space before them formed. Enlarge and become something completely different from what they’d seen before. Instead of forming a ragged tear, it became a circular opening. They could see trees and other things on the other side. Not the opening into random chaos that both Larin and Hugo used. This disturbed them greatly, but they didn’t have time to think about it. It must have to do with the ritual being used with the mirror. “Alright, here we go. Keep walking when we get to the other side. We want to be as far away as possible.” Larin stepped forward, followed by Gemma, Becky, and finally Hugo.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

"You ungrateful brat! Are you trying to stall until your brother dies? If anything happens to him, I'll kill you first!" The edge of the container cut my forehead. Blood ran down the side of my face as I clutched my head, begging her to stop. And yet, the same woman who would panic if Dylan so much as choked on water didn't even glance at my injury. She stared at the blood-stained sample and let out a twisted smile. "I'll count to five. If you still refuse, I'll open it and mix your blood with everything inside. Let's see how you explain that!"

Deep down she knew exactly why she was doing it. At 1:45 a.m. she lay naked on top of her covers, legs slightly spread, lamp on low. Waiting like a desperate slut for her own mirror to come alive. This time the glow started earlier. The mirror shimmered, and there she was again — the other Elena on all fours, face pressed against the glass like she was begging to be let through. Two shadows stood behind her. Their cocks were huge, thick and veined, almost inhuman. One pushed into her mouth while the other slammed balls-deep into her dripping cunt from behind. The reflection shook with every brutal thrust.

he commanded in a husky and thick tone. I found myself entranced as he made me look into the mirror, our eyes locking in a mesmerizing gaze. I was captivated by his intense stare, and it felt like he could see right through me. My hands remained locked behind his head as if held by an invisible force, and I couldn't bring myself to look away or move them back to my lap. The mirror seemed to amplify the connection between us, reflecting our intense gazes and the unspoken emotions that swirled between us. It was as if I could see deeper into his soul, and in that moment, I felt a sense of familiarity and closeness.

She suddenly gasped and moved back a bit. No! This is not hallucination. This is real. Amber thought and just then, she saw another version of herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a warrior’s cloth and had a sword in her hand with a look of revenge in her eyes. She saw her reflection raise the sword and pointed it towards her. Her eyes held shock in it when she saw the mirror waver like the surface of water and she saw the sword come out of the mirror and in the next seconds, it pierced her heart.

Miranda took Soraia's hands somewhat brusquely and led her, suspiciously, to the mirror-why is that? -Don't you want me to prove what I said? Soraia nodded, though she didn't know how Miranda would do it. -Then Miranda placed her hands on top of Soraia's and, out of nowhere, a mist began to appear inside the mirror and between them scenes began to be mixed, like on a television with a bad picture. The first one was the day Julio Cesar found Miranda in her house with a lot of death and fire, then the other images showed both of them and the small group of vampires killing people and, everything seemed normal and pleasant to them judging by their smiling faces amidst the blood and death.

It was theirs, it belonged in there care so they knew what it was. “Why are you showing this to me?” I asked and turned back to Miera, she moved closer to me and turned to the mirror where she reached for my hands, my brows furrowed and i pulled away before she could touch. She saw my resistance but didn’t complain instead she turned to the mirror and placed her hands on it. My eyes widened as the supposed glass rippled against her touch, and for a few seconds it began to shed another image to the rest of us. It wasn’t any reflection, it showed Miera and Kia together, but they weren’t alone. There was another woman in the same room with them and she was laying on a bed, she had pale face an

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.