Novel & Cerita La Otra Mirada

And one by one the mirror reflection of Lyca move on their own and then disappear inside of the mirror ________ Lyca" Every reflection of mine into the mirror was moving by my command. Each one of them disappeared into the mirror and got inside. I closed my eyes so I could see what was inside of the mirror because every reflection I had had a connection through me. I can see inside that it was different from what is outside Because I am walking into the pure grass and everything in nature. It has a lot of plants and flowers. It has a lot of butterflies and the air is so fresh It's like a familiar picture to me but I don't know where did I saw it maybe the other dimension where are we came f

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : THE UPRISE OF HELL(BOOK 2) CHAPTER 13 : DARK MATTERS OF TWO Maria was seen still standing in her spot light as her mirror was already down at her. Camera view as seen was caught behind the mirror. It rotated to complete a hundred and eight degrees view perhaps in order to see what the mirror beholds. After a complete round of hundred and eighty degrees, the figure in the mirror was just as it perhaps might have been guest. It was Maria. Herself. Her worst enemy!

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.

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.

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.

Lysandra, her gaze thoughtful, replied, "The answers you seek aren't just in the past but also in the choices you make now. To find the other half, you must first confront the shadows of doubt within." A mirror materialized before me, its surface murky. As I looked closer, my reflection began to shift, revealing another version of myself, one filled with uncertainty and fear. Confronting this inner turmoil was the next step in my journey, a test of my resolve and the depth of my love for Richard. Staring into the eyes of this alternate version of myself, a chill ran down my spine. This reflection echoed every doubt and every insecurity I had ever felt. "Why are you showing me this?" My voice