Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

Barun said, gesturing them to leave. Miria followed her grandfather with another glance at the warehouse. “Who was that, grandfather?” “That’s my friend from Deleima. He transported fruits and vegetables from their village,” the old man answered. “Oh, does he also transport Derima fruit? The fruit that has smaller fruits inside it that’s orange in color?” Miria asked, looking a bit curious. “Oh yes, and he ever gave me one at lunch break. It taste sour, yet sweet, it was nice,” Barun said, smiling as he remembered the taste. “Sadly, it’s quite expensive.”

The light from the fire would flicker and reflect dancing shadows upon her face. Mindy sat next to Miranda and passed the plate of fruit to her. "Our strawberries are ripe enough to be eaten now. They're big, juicy, and sweet. You used to love them a lot when you were little. Try some." There were still tiny droplets of water on the washed strawberries. Miranda swore she could taste the sweetness of the strawberries just by looking at them.

At any given point of time, in any season, one would surely be able to see their reflection. As they approached Mirror’s Water they dismounted Sasha. Ka-Rin led Sasha to the water for a drink. X wasted no time in splashing himself with water and cleaning his face. He was shocked, even after disturbing the water, he could still see reflection. “Where is this place, my mistress?” He asked curiously. “This is on the boarder of Lord Henderson’s and Lord Vasquez’s territory. It is named Mirror’s Water. It is said that under any condition one could always see their-self.” She smiled at his question.

My supposed-to-be-frozen legs damn cooperated before I could will them to stop. “It’s just a mirror, Ira. What else does it do other than reflect our faces?” I steeled myself, wanting to show him the damn thing didn’t affect me. Common sense told me this was one of the mirrors he was looking for. One of the two that was supposedly stolen. I knew it had special properties. I just wouldn’t say that out loud to him. “Indeed, you are right, but this mirror isn’t just an ordinary mirror. It has a valuable property no other object has.”

God, even if in his eyes it was probably just the source of nutrition with the family ring. But in himself he still worried about a man of God. "Thank you. But I have to tell you that there are no slaves in this ship to move the ship. This is also done by a motor, as is the case with trains and taxis. There's a huge engine inside the ship, and as for the fruit? We get food here every morning, noon and evening, ”he explained calmly and put the bag of fruit back into Louis's hand. “You should eat them. I finally gave it to you, ”he added and turned to examine the cabin. “So many dishes. Is that what you told me about? ”“ No. The dishes I told you about aren't available here on the ship ... bu

“I’m waiting for her answer.” ⸻ Below, Miriam led Amelia toward a narrow alcove hidden behind the twelfth pillar. Inside stood a large mirror framed in polished cedar. Unlike an ordinary mirror, its surface shimmered gently like calm water. “What is this?” Amelia asked. “The Mirror of Keepers.” “It doesn’t show your face.” “It shows your choice.” Amelia hesitated. “I don’t understand.” “You will.” Miriam stepped aside. “Look.” Amelia slowly approached the mirror. At first she saw only her own reflection.

The thing was aggressive. Under ten minutes in, I was gone. Out of my mind. My head was a slideshow of Brandon. Is he bigger than this? Is he better with his hands? Is his tongue as agile as I'm imagining? There's a full-length smart mirror in my living room with a built-in ring light. Brandon had given it to me, actually. Said it came off the truck with a small chip in the frame, and if I didn't mind, it was mine for free. I use it for every product shoot.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

Chapter 2️⃣4️⃣ ❤️ Myrrak's Jealousy ❤️ She went back to the wardrobe and reached into the same hidden place where she had gotten the dark orb pendant. This time, her fingers touched something cold and smooth. She pulled it out carefully. It was a small hand mirror, round and old, with tiny gold around the silver frame. She wiped off the dust with the edge of her dress, gave it one last clean swipe with her palm, then cleared her throat quietly.

The room didn't just turn amber; it turned "Cold." From the Mirror, a figure began to emerge—not an Architect, but a "Reflection." It was a man who looked exactly like Silas Thorne, but his eyes were two solid pools of liquid silver. "The Mirror is not a looking glass," the reflection said. "It is a 'Peer Review'."