Novel & Cerita Mirror

I say shaking my head, "Baby, wait look" Luke says getting up and going into the bathroom, when he comes back hes holding a small mirror which he hands to me, i lift it and look at my eyes and sure enough they are gold, Luke comes behind me and puts his arms around my waist, we both look at my eyes in the mirror and Luke whispers in my ear "your beautiful and your mine and that is why you will be called Luna, i want everyone to know who you belong to and they should also know that i will rip out anyones heart that trys to take you from me because you are my Luna.

ACE "Hey," I caught Miranda by her wrists, the pads of my thumbs tracing over her thrumming pulse points, "you need to breathe, baby. Take in a deep breath for me." Her sky blue eyes held my hazel ones as she inhaled deeply through her nose, chest inflating with air and round tits pressing against the bodice of her dress.

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,

She said as her image fades away "Lia！" I yelled and my image appeared in the mirror with a wicked smirk on its face "Come and save her" My image chuckled and it fades away. I placed my hand on the mirror and it penetrated inside. I walked into the mirror and it has glasses showing my reflection "Where are you, Lia？" I shouted and it echoed "Help！" Lia's voice echoed from all angles and I saw her in plain glass. I walked towards the glass and it cracked. "Daddy！" Lia's image appeared everywhere as she yelled

she asked glaring at me but before I could answer movement in the rocks above caught my attention, noticing my look Desert looked at me "What is it?" "Stay here, keep close to Acre" "ACRE" I yell "Yeah alright, calm down bro, I'm right here," Acre says from behind me "Oh sorry, take care of Desert, Ill be right back" "Where are you going?" he asks concerned but I didn't want to alarm anyone so I mind linked him "There's someone up above" "Ok be safe, call if you need me" "PIG," the words said out loud caught my attention, so I turn to Desert with a smile on my face and raised eyebrows

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

Richard sat in the bedroom, the faint sounds of water dripping from the sink echoing through the room as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His face, battered and bruised, seemed to belong to someone else. He barely recognized himself anymore. The once powerful and confident man he had been was now a shadow, physically beaten and emotionally drained. Yet, beneath the pain, there was a burning fire of anger—anger at Evelyn, anger at the men who had locked him up, and most of all, anger at himself for letting it all happen.

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me b

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?