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The surroundings were quiet for a moment before Noah finally spoke. “Boss, they imitated your appearance.” Lucas and Kent both looked at Noah because of what he said. “What are you talking about?” Kent said as he turned to him. “The one you shot earlier. I saw him and he looked exactly like you,” that’s when Noah finally got Kent’s attention so he immediately stood up and sit next to the two who were sitting on the sofa. “So does that mean they are really imitating those around us? How can we know if what surrounds us is real?”

It was a short work because we stopped abruptly. “What’s going on Jas?’ I queried. She said nothing, just steered me sideways. Her hands fell off my eyes, and she stepped away from me. I opened my eyes quickly and stared wide-eyed at my reflection. I couldn’t believe I was the lady in the mirror. Who is this?

a very very pink princess looking room. Although she liked the color pink but not to the extent of being crazy for this color. When she finally got over the room color and decorations she got up and started looking around the room to see if there were any clues to where she was at. When she walked past a mirror she suddenly stopped and turned back to the mirror and froze right there. In front of the mirror was a young girl around 13 to 14 years old with big watery round eyes, oval face, pearl white skin color, and looked very familiar. Finally, she realized that the one in the mirror was a younger version of herself.

That night Mahira kept very busy with her dreams , she dreamt that she stood outside a dark cave, the mouth of which was covered with a heavy waterfall, there were beautiful flowers, plants and shrubbery that adorned the entrance to the dark cave, though her mind stopped her from venturing into it, her heart kept pulling her towards it, she entered into it and was taken aback at the raw beauty of nature, from above a single stream of moonlight fell onto the centre of the cave, a beautiful girl in colourful tribal wear sat beneath the light, her back faced Mahira who kept taking steps towards her, long dark black straight hair covered her bare back till her hips, as Mahira neared the girl, sh

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

remarked the smaller rogue to her. Because of the chill of the water, the two rogues shook. Mira laughed as she lay on the beach, gazing up at the stars. They should look at her lifestyle if they think jumping off the cliff was crazy. It was a ten-fold increase in the insanity. The word ‘insane’ was insufficient to describe her way of life. “Well, that did the trick.” She grasped her hair and lightly squeezed it. “You’re no longer in his territory. So he’s no longer able to pursue you.”

They were thrilled when the greater haunts paused because of me, seizing the chance my sacrifice gave them to flee without a backward glance. My awareness, my every sensation, did not fade until I was picked clean. I felt it all, every moment of being devoured. I saw with my own eyes my transformation from a person to mere fragments. However, who could have guessed that I, who had been tortured to death in the apocalypse, would find myself reborn a month before it all began? Staring at my whole, unharmed reflection, it all felt like a distant dream. I had to pinch myself, hard, before I could believe it: I was actually reborn!

It flickered like fire through skin. Catherine reached out slowly. “Mira. We’re here to help you. You’re not alone.” The girl began to scream. Not a normal scream—but one that cracked the walls, shattered every pane of glass, and sent Father Emmanuel to his knees. Isabella lunged forward, gripping Mira’s shoulders. “Mira! Listen to me! You’re a seal like me! You need to control it!” But Mira’s body levitated, her eyes rolling back, the sigil burning brighter than before. From her mouth came words in a tongue none of them understood—until Isabella felt the meaning slam into her.

“I am Mirage. You are Vice and Victor.” Vice had not been wrong, Victor decided, about her being pretty. She had come dressed down, in tracksuit pants and a plain t-shirt, and wore her brunette hair back in a high ponytail. She wore no makeup beyond a dash of tinted lip-balm that he would bet was flavoured watermelon or raspberry. Good skin, a little on the pale side, and good bones. Her eyes were hiding behind oversized sunglasses. “Welcome Mirage,” Vice stepped forward and brushed a kiss on either of her cheeks. “We are very pleased to have you join us, and happy that you have offered us this opportunity to produce your first rock album.”