Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

"It's fruit tea, the weather is a bit hot. It's passion fruit flavored. Don't you like passion fruit recently?" Candice looked at the packaging and found it a little familiar. She thought about it and remembered that this seemed to be from the same store where Barox had bought a drink for her when she was in Solaris. It was a well-known Internet celebrity store who had done a good job with the theme of love. She remembered that a new branch had opened next door to Ya Development, and people in the company were ordering herbal fruit tea these days. Candice accepted it and asked Alex, "Did you queue up to buy it?"

There's a finality in her tone that makes me stay put. With my skills I've acquired from running from hunters, I smuggle Roxie and myself to the front of the line. Roxie stays at my back while there's three people before me. When it's finally my turn, I sit on the swing and a student hands me the mirror. The mirror is oval shaped, having a wooden handle that's carved with intricate drawings that makes one gasp. “The mirror should reflect your face,’’ the third year student instructs. “Then you say, Mirror Mirror Who's My Fated Partner?”

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,

Her lungs were burning due to lack of oxygen. Mira fell the tip of her sword on her belly. Marsha was slowly, painfully pushing the sword inside her belly to kill her baby. Mira closed her eyes and suddenly her eyes glowed with the bright blue light. Using her hands from afar, she pushed Marsha. As the power was stronger than Marsha had imagined, Marsha went flying towards the roof. She collided with the roof hard then fell on the ground with a loud thud. As Marsha collided with the ground, the impact was so hard that she broke her three ribs. She screamed in pain as her ribs were fractured.

She cupped her cheek with a hand and said, "Is that so? I'm glad." He replied with a nod, his smile widening because of her reaction. She suddenly cleared her throat and opened her tote, pulling out two bottles of sparkling water, a cutlery case, and a thick, stainless vacuum flask. "As I said earlier, I brought chamomile tea," she said then began taking out three transparent lunchboxes. "This one has adobong pusit, this one has menchi-katsu with cheese and paired with rice, and the last one has slices of watermelon and kiwi we got from the grocery."

"I'll send you through the mirror, to those who I think can help you best to answer the witch's riddle.... But, if you answer wrong, cara puellashe'll put your head on a wooden stake." Indra stares into the mirror in front of her. She can see her two best friends lovingly embracing each other deep in the mirror’s reflection. She is so happy to see them again that she does not think twice and steps over the frame and straight through the ripple in the glass. The mirror arcs from her eager movement -before it illuminates brightly and shatters into thousands of small pieces.

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

At this point, a smart person should have answered, "Only you." Amelia said the same thing, and her expression was really sincere. There was nothing wrong in theory, his past and future selves were both him. The young man looked calm and just said "oh," straightened his already neat sleeves, and said, "By your chaise lounge, sis, there was a magic mirror. When you were drunk and picking people by the chin, there were quite a few scenes. When you were sleeping, I watched some clips. This mirror is actually a rare tool for catching demons. A lot of cultivators wanted to use it. You didn't let it go to waste, but the way you used it was pretty new."

He looked at his hand, and I could see the sadness and disappointment in his eyes, but I ignored it. “Come, child,” he said, leading me to the middle of the mirror. “What’s this?” I asked. “This mirror is a magical mirror. It shows every emotion you are feeling; it shows you people you want to see; it shows you your faith; and many other things,” he said, snapping his fingers, and I watched as my face was all over the mirrors.