Reflection A Twisted Tale Novels & Stories

I see her body visibly tensed up, she quickly straightens her posture. Too fucking late. No fucking panties on! Fuck she was so naught, walking around me like that, swaying those hips, hypnotizing me with her scent. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. She turns around quickly, starting to apologize . “Flames , I’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to-“ She attempts to touch me but I quickly step to the side and out of her reach. I can’t trust myself to act right if I feel her hands on me .

Kael superheated the data, turning the noise into a "Liquid-Signal." The Twins used the city’s mirrors and glass buildings to create a "Prism-Refraction," multiplying the signal a thousand times. Elara caught the Liquid-Signal on her obsidian stick. She didn't look at the Master-Architect. She looked at the Real Rhys in the penthouse window. "This is for the 'Glitches'!" she roared.

Her own reflection stared back at her. Except— It wasn’t her. The reflection smirked, amused. Its eyes weren’t hers; they were black, bottomless, hungry. “He told you to choose,” the reflection hissed. “You refused. Now we choose.” The mirror-world shifted violently. Maeve stumbled backward as the realm split into spiraling corridors of endless glass. Mirrors rearranged themselves into walls, floors, ceilings—turning the space into a twisting, rotating labyrinth. Some mirrors showed Cade falling.

The twin staggered back. “That’s not possible,” she said. The man’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh,” he replied softly. “It very much is.” The mirrored wall flickered again. This time— It didn’t show footage. It showed a reflection. Ariana’s reflection. But a split second behind her movement. Out of sync. Smiling when she wasn’t. Her breath caught. The reflection lifted its hand. Slowly. But Ariana hadn’t moved. And then— The reflection whispered. “I’m tired of sharing.”

He saw the reflection of someone sick, twisted. He felt like the ugliest person in the world. The kind of person he had always despised and thought he was so much better than them. But he wasn’t. The person in that mirror was him, the same person who had made Jane go through hell for his own sick pleasure, for his twisted ego. The little, sweet Jane who did the blunder of falling in love. Jane who had a broken heart and eyes full of dreams. The same Jane that he claimed to love. The same Jane he did the unspeakable things to.

,she answered. They both left the party, took a cab and were on their way home. The journey was getting long, Daisy checked the road and her time, the driver wasn't going their direction, “ Excuse me mister, this isn't the right way to go, can you please go back or rather drop us off", Daisy said. Aisha looked around, it really wasn't a familiar route, she looked at the driver, horror clouding her face, she gasped. “ Daniel", she exclaimed, Daisy took a closer look and to her surprise it was true.

Nothing. Seconds. Minutes. Hours- spent tossing and turning. My mind remained obsessing over Isabella Montano, the girl who's world was nothing but toxic.

I once again felt angry and when I opened my eyes, I can see my reflections in the crystal leaves that my eyes are burning with anger. The girl in front of me step back a little and transferred into a black wolf. I looked intently on her eyes and she quickly attacked me. I defended her using my hands but she was very fast to move. I kicked her but she just avoided by attack. The wind became intense as well as the water but we fight like as if we are doing it for someone. I hit her hard in the stomach causing her to slam at the ground. I was about to grab her head and get it but she immediately stand and step back. She turned into a girl again but totally naked.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

I waved my hand dismissively and pulled my phone out. "What? What do you mean it's always there." He looked bewildered, but I had chosen to ignore the line of questioning further. "Arabella?" Carlisle's voice was wary. "She's ignoring us." Edward spoke stiffly. "She's not to that point though." Jasper said, I'm sure trying to ease Carlisle. "What was her... plan?" Carlisle found his voice again. "It wasn't precise, more and the overall concept. I saw a bridge though, that was the most vivid image, I've never seen the bridge before- there it is again- Arabella please."