Novel & Cerita Mavis Vermillion

I jerked my hand back. Across the surface, words bloomed in pale silver script—as if written from inside the mirror itself. Don’t trust the servant. My pulse stuttered. “Elias?” I whispered. “What are you—” The letters vanished. The glass cleared. My reflection looked back at me, wide-eyed and alone. Then, faintly, from somewhere deep in the castle, the violin began to play again. And underneath the music, almost lost to it, another voice whispered: “He’s already chosen you.”

The heavy marble door of the isolated powder room clicked shut behind Maeva, cutting off the distant, muffled classical music of the gala. The room was a pristine sanctuary of white Carrara marble, smelling faintly of lavender and fresh water. She stood before the grand vanity mirror, looking at the dark red stain of Zane's wine stretching across the front of her white silk gown. It looked like a blooming, bloody chest wound, but Maeva's face remained calm. She reached for a damp paper towel, intending to dab the liquid before it set.

Tears had already started welling down her eyes. Miranda's eyes narrowed. She slightly opened her lips as she looked at the dress which was now dyed at its edge. It was a body-hanging dress with a slit from the edge of the dress and stopped below her ass. Her figure 8 could not be hidden in the dress and it barely covered her knees, exposing her spotless legs. She chose this dress on purpose. She was here to seduce Mervin.

Although she looked more mature, she resembled the Mokunfayo of four years ago. The black, sequined dress barely reached her knees, it left her back bare. Her wavy brown hair cascaded beautifully down to her waist level. The custom made Mokunfayo gold necklace with expensive crystals embedded in them accentuated her elegant collarbones, her rather bland face had been transformed into a flawless diva's with makeup,her feet clad in silver six-inch stilettos... That Mokunfayo loved to live life to its fullest, the present Mokunfayo was but a bitter, empty barrel with an ironical name.

~Waverly~ Shay stepped out of her room in a beautiful little black dress that was slightly low cut showing off her perfect cleavage. The dress was just below mid thigh. I had forgotten what a nice figure my mom actually had and was blown away at how absolutely beautiful she truly was. This woman looked like a 27 year old standing in front of me with a dazzling smile on her gorgeous face. No wonder Markus was so interested in her....if I were a guy and not related of course, I would be too.

Was their medicinal aspect a reason she loved poppies so much? Melissa set up her shot for the closure to her documentary, and I wondered if she would say something along those lines. “This poppy garden has been Miss Mavis’s pride and joy for many years, and it will continue to be so,” she told the camera. “It’s not just some symbol for rebirth and the continuance of tradition, though of course that’s what we first think of. It’s about love and joy, about beauty and the riot of colors that will soon grace this parcel of land.

She shook her head in amusement, "Haven't used a number of them yet, but so far, there's Red Dahlia: when I mean business and strictly business, there's...are you sure this won't bore you?" "Nothing about you ever bored me, Louisa." He watched her cheeks almost match her red, glossy hair. "Go on...you may include the events associated with them," he encouraged. She almost beamed, "okay, Black cherry is mutism, that was what I had three days ago, Power red is tolerance, I had it on in Hawaii when we met, uh...Orange tangerine is calm and efficacy, that too was in Hawaii when I had to encounter you and focus on my work, and there's Berry Nude which is what I'm putting on now," she avoided to n

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

The purple-haired girl quickly turned away as soon as she realized it, but there was still an afterimage of the pendulum swaying in her head. ...Oh no!... Ravyn began to feel extremely sleepy, but she tried to resist the feeling to the very end. The girl even broke her own pinky dip joint, which only helped her hold on for a few more seconds. ### "How predictable. Lavender." Vartyss moved a rook piece from the opposite side to capture the knight piece that he had been moving a while ago. ###### "Heroes shouldn't be late. Or should I say that being late is what makes you a hero? Airburst."