Reflected In You Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wake up panting " Violet are you okay?". I hear Lisa's voice Still trying to calm myself , I hold my tummy, I don't feel anything, tears start to drop "He's gone" "Who is gone? why are you crying?" I feel her hands on my face I sob "I'm fine, I'm okay". I sit up " What are you doing here?". "You might not know this but your room is the only room that has an inbuilt mirror". I use my hands to clean my face " Oh yeah? go ahead, dont let me disturb you".

Instead, he smiled faintly, his lips forming a single, cryptic sentence: “In the mirror’s reflection, not every smile is your own.” The words echoed in my mind, their meaning slipping through my grasp like sand. And then everything went dark.

“I am you.” Anna’s grip faltered for a moment. The words struck a nerve, a seed of doubt blooming in her mind. Was this thing truly part of her? A manifestation of her fears, her regrets? “No,” she said, her voice firm despite the fear gnawing at her. “You’re not me. You’re just a shadow, and shadows can’t exist without light.” The reflection paused, its expression shifting to something almost human—shock, or perhaps fear. Anna took the chance to focus on the shard. It began to glow brighter, illuminating the darkness around them.

The mirrors rippled again , and now each reflection showed something different. One wept. One bled. One smiled faintly, her hands covered in another’s blood. One knelt before Roman. Another stood above his fallen body, dagger in hand. Luna’s chest ached. “None of them.” Roman’s shadow moved closer, unseen. “Then find the real one.” Her voice shook. “How?” “Speak your truth. The glass listens.” The reflections whispered, their voices overlapping , hundreds of Lunas speaking her own doubts. He’ll break you. You’re weak. You want him. You’ll never leave. You’ll die here.

The reflection’s eyes burned with an eerie, golden light. The reflection stepped forward, the water rippling beneath their feet. “You wish to break the cycle, yet you are bound by it.” Elior’s heart pounded. “Who are you?” The reflection smiled. “I am what you could be. What you might become.” The reflection lunged. Elior barely raised his sword in time, their blades clashing with a force that sent ripples across the water. The reflection moved like a shadow, mirroring Elior’s every strike, every movement. It was a battle against himself, his fears, his doubts, his fate.

I neared the water and my reflection in the water wasn't my reflection it was someone else's, I knelt down to see it well and I was correct. "Is something wrong with me? Who's reflection is in the water?—" "A mirror surface can only reflect what looks through it, that's you Ally, it's you." She had tears in her eyes. "No it's not possible give me your mirror." She brought it out from her purse and handed it to me, I opened it and stared at it before looking at her. "Mel?" "Yes!" "Can you see me?" I asked shocked.

"Neilla." Shock reflected in her small frame as she spotted me closing in on her. Her perfect plump lips rounded in an 'o' while her heart thumped hard within her. Her eyes turned imploring, moisture forming around it. "Think right about this, Rylan. I cannot live with myself if you do this."

QWEN I bet the mirror knows me better than anyone do. It always gave me the response I desired so much each time I stare into it. It displays me to me, and what exactly is the me she displays to me? An epitome of evil; hate and malice. Those are what the mirror in my massive room says of me each time I stand before it with my brazing red lipstick. Of course, I’m evil and it gives me pleasure.

Suddenly my reflection smiled as I gasped backing up for a second. " Why are you surprised? " My reflection spoke to me as my body kept shivering. I lost my sanity. " I told you, you are me, and I are you. " My reflection laughed loudly hugging themselves as I held my hair in response. " I, what, are you! " I couldn't speak, I know what I'm already but I couldn't believe it. I will never accept it. " You look cool, Kelly, with me by your side, we will show this world the ruthless queen they deserve. "

That I had waited my whole life to meet you. 'And...and..now, that I finally see you standing here, in front of me; I can't help but think that I've made a big mistake. I must have been wrong. Because...because you can't be real.' I wish, I could unknow you. Somehow, just, in anyway, rewrite meeting you. Yet..yet..even if I could take away every part of me that knew you, I still wouldn't be able to erase the memory of you etched on my soul.