Mirar After Everything Novels & Stories

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

"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?

The room was well-ventilated, with a few small vents on the walls that allowed fresh air to circulate. As Miranda stood in front of the mirror, she could see her own reflection staring back at her. The glass seemed to magnify her features, making her appear larger than life. She could see every pore on her face, every strand of hair that fell out of place. The mirror was a harsh judge, showing every flaw and imperfection with brutal honesty.

Some younger, some are older, some twisted beyond recognition. In one reflection, Kael’s eyes were black, veins crawling up his neck. In another, Lira’s face was streaked with blood, her dagger buried in his chest. Lira exhaled sharply. “What the hell…” “They’re possibilities,” Kael murmured. “Versions of what could’ve been.” As they passed the mirrors, the reflections began to move on their own. One Kael turned his head, staring directly at them, then smiled, wrong, too wide, the glass rippled.

Jordan stood alone in the kitchen, hands trembling slightly. Later, when her phone buzzed with another message from Calloway, she didn’t answer right away. She stared at the screen, at the thin line she was approaching without quite crossing. She knew this wasn’t innocent anymore, and not because of anything they’d done, but because of what it was becoming. A mirror. A contrast. A reminder of everything she’d lost without realizing it. Jordan set the phone face down and pressed her palms to the counter, breathing through the ache in her chest.

“Alright. Let’s step outside.” As they turned, Mira felt it again. That strange pull. She glanced across the room. Their eyes met. Derick Lingard still watching her, his expression unreadable, dark, sharp—like he could see straight through the haze clouding her mind. Her breath caught. For one dizzy moment, everything else disappeared. The music. The crowd. Even Tina’s hand on her arm. It still felt like a dream. And she didn’t know that dreams, when they come too close to reality, often carry consequences.

The last thing I saw was my own reflection in a shard of broken mirror, eyes wide with terror. Then nothing. Only black. And the feeling that I had never been here at all..

Mirae stood frozen at the edge of the firelight, her reflection rippling in the dark water. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. “Hear what?” Eastin asked. “The voices.” Lira’s hand went to her weapon automatically. “There’s no one out there.” Mirae didn’t move. “You don’t hear them?” Her eyes looked wrong in the dim light — distant, glassy, almost glowing. The air around her shimmered faintly, heat without warmth. Lira stepped forward. “Mirae.” That snapped her out of it. She blinked hard, shaking her head like she’d surfaced from deep water. “Sorry. I just— thought I heard something.”

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

Frank’s Point of View The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting faint streaks of light across the room. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my shirt and fixing my collar. Today marked the beginning of Amelia's reckoning. A sinister smirk crept onto my face as I adjusted my jacket and retrieved my gun, sliding it into its holster. This wasn’t just another move in the game. This was checkmate. Amelia had no idea what was coming. She believed she could run from me, hide behind her family and their feeble plans. But no one outplayed me. I had spent years meticulously orchestrating this, ensuring every step of the way would lead her to me and me alone.