Mirror Rwby Lyrics Novels & Stories

On the day Clara forced me to sign the divorce papers, I got bound to a self-sabotaging system. The system commanded me to slap her hard and tell her to get lost. I trembled in fear because Clara was a ruthless person. If I dared to stop her from getting back together with the love of her life, she would utterly destroy me. But the system threatened me: "If you don't self-sabotage, you will die soon." Left with no choice, I slapped her. As soon as I hit her, I ran out of the house, terrified. The system then told me to smash a police car on the side of the road. I suspected the system wanted me dead. However, after I smashed the police car's side view mirror, I realized that the system was trying to sabotage someone else's life instead.

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

On the night of my 18th birthday, Enzo Vitale holds me by the waist as he coaxes me to take off my underwear. "Good girl. You have a beautiful body, Isabella. Let me take a good look at you." But just when I'm about to reach my climax, the spotlight is turned on. The floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me becomes a see-through one-way mirror. On the other side of the mirror shows the faces of all the guests who are here to attend my birthday party. Soon, the racy video of my lustful side is spread all over Newlyn. My reputation gets flushed down the drain overnight, and yet Enzo's reputation remains unaffected. On the night we break up, he leaves me a message. "Your brother had watched my sister getting kidnapped by others back then. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like, Isabella. You owe me this much." My older brother, Marco Rossi, is enraged, to say the least. When he tries to demand an explanation from Enzo, he gets his legs broken by Enzo's bodyguards instead. Marco drags his broken legs home. But on his way home, he gets into a car crash due to severe pain and blood loss, reducing him to a vegetable. In order to afford the daily eight-thousand-dollar ICU bill, I become the most famous stripper in Newlyn. For the next three years, I flit between various nightclubs in Newlyn as well as various men's beds. I've been trading my pride and body in exchange for checks. Three years later, I knock on a hotel room's door as usual. The door opens, revealing a man wearing a custom-ordered dark gray suit. It's Enzo. He's thinner now, and his cheekbones protrude even more. His eyes are as glacial as frozen lakes. I smile brightly at him. "Sir, would you like any special services?"

Professor Alexis Wolfe knows better than to want his student, but Dorian Vega, the handsome rebel dark haired student. One stolen kiss turns into a reckless obsession and he can’t deny the pull between them. But when his wife Julien catches him in a lie, he realizes that sin is sweet, and secrets are even deadlier. What began as a forbidden attraction soon unravels into a game of power, deceit, and dangerous seduction. Soon, anonymous emails begin flooding Alexis’s inbox—each signed only with an “L.” They mention private memories he’s never shared, the scent of his cologne, the words he once whispered to someone long gone. At first, he thinks it’s blackmail. But the tone is too intimate, too knowing. Then one message arrives with a photo: a hand on his shoulder in a mirror, a hand that isn’t there when he turns around.

“Sir the bride is missing.” A man in uniform entered the room with this shocking news. “What do you mean by missing??? You were supposed to get her to the venue???” The Groom standing in front of the mirror couldn’t realize the seriousness of the situation. “I know sir. I waited for mam but she didn’t get down. And” “And what???” now he was getting worried. It was his responsibility to get the bride to the venue and he “I went up but all the guards were unconscious and mam wasn’t there.” “I want my bride in 10 minutes. If you can’t find her get me, anyone. I can’t ruin my reputation. Get Lost before I shoot you.” the guard was leaving the room when he stopped him after thinking about something. "Listen! issue orders of the shoot at sight for her and that bastard with whom she ran away."

Olivia Rayne is the biggest star in the world, yet her boyfriend kept her hidden for seven years. Ashamed of her success, he treated her like a burden before finally walking away. Heartbroken and furious, Olivia decides to upgrade. Her target is Gabriel Moreau, a billionaire wine magnate with a heart of stone and no interest in the spotlight. He is the one man she should not be able to break. Still, she pursues him relentlessly, using every charm in her arsenal to make him hers. The goal is simple: get the man, show off to the ex, and move on. But Gabriel’s walls begin to crumble, and his obsession starts to mirror her own. As the revenge plot blurs into a terrifying reality, Olivia must decide if she’s ready to handle the man she fought so hard to catch.

Divorced. Betrayed. Lonely. Desperate. When Josette signs a marriage contract with Zade, a ruthless billionaire feared for destroying everything in his path— she thinks she found her escape. But Zade doesn’t just want a wife. He wants her. A craving that turns into obsession. A desire that makes him break his own rules. Only Josette isn’t who she thinks she is to him. She is a mirror of the woman he once loved and lost— Selena Vortessa, her doppelganger. The ghost that never stopped haunting him. When Selena returns from the shadows, secrets ignite. Truths unravel. And the line between love and vengeance blurs, until neither of them can tell if they’re saving each other… or destroying what’s left. Zade rules by control. Josette was meant to be his pawn. But in the game of lust and lies, even the ruthless falls.

I sat in the driver's seat as the GPS chimed, "You've arrived at Northpoint Corp. Check-in successful." I looked up. Graves. Nothing but graves. My phone buzzed. My boss tagged me in the group chat: [Zane Zander, system says you checked in ten minutes ago. Where the hell are you? The whole company's waiting. Learned how to spoof your GPS to slack off?] Cold sweat slid down my back. I stared at the fresh headstone outside my window. My photo was on it. My hands shook. I tried to send my boss a video—no signal. Just dead bars. No service. So how did I check in? Worse— In the rearview mirror, someone in my exact outfit rose slowly from behind a dirt mound. Could it be... Was I already "dead"?

Gemma Havley never expected her first taste of freedom to be so bittersweet. As her brother drives her away from the only home she’s ever known, a U-Haul full of memories trailing behind, Gemma leaves more than just a small town in her rearview mirror—she leaves behind heartbreak, secrets, and the boy she never stopped loving. Thrown into the chaos of college life, Gemma must navigate new friendships, old wounds, and the daunting task of building a future when the past refuses to let go. With the comfort of family fading in the distance and hope feeling farther away than ever, Gemma is about to learn that sometimes the hardest journeys are the ones that bring you home to yourself. A story of resilience, found family, and the courage to begin again, this is Gemma’s fight to reclaim her heart—and her life—one mile at a time.

I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen. One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn’t. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don’t remember, and the King I’m bound to doesn’t love me—he loathes me. They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me. Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I’ll kneel, he’s about to learn what a true Queen is made of.