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“The man drove all the way back for you. And waited. Like… full-on gentleman behavior.” Ava didn’t reply. But as she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the tap, she caught her reflection in the mirror… and she was smiling.

I said, my voice steady despite the unease creeping through me. The reflection laughed softly, the sound laced with mockery. “And what does that mean? Do you even understand? Or are you just parroting what you’ve been told?” “I’m here to confront myself,” I said firmly. “To accept every part of me, light and dark.” The reflection’s smirk widened. “Then let’s begin.” The mirror shimmered, and the reflection stepped out, becoming flesh and blood. She was identical to me, yet there was an undeniable power radiating from her - a confidence and ferocity I hadn’t yet claimed for myself. She circled me slowly, her eyes sharp and calculating.

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But in that warped glass, I saw petals falling—not from the scar, but from the mirror itself. Like a tree blooming in reverse. The petals didn’t fall to the ground. They hovered. Then began swirling, forming a circle behind my reflection. I stepped closer. And my reflection... did not follow. --- It stayed still. Watching me. And then—it smiled. A smile that didn’t belong to me. Didn’t belong to anyone living. “You shouldn’t have freed her,” the reflection said softly. My lips didn’t move. But I heard the voice in my own throat.

My hands were trembling, and my voice cracked with desperation as I pleaded, "Please, I'm begging you. The risks are high, but this is my brother's only chance at a new heart." Raymond stared at me, stunned, opening his mouth several times but unable to form words. He couldn't understand why I would go this far to do all this for a wolf I wasn't even supposed to know. Then, his expression turned to one of fear. He stared at me. "Rose, don't tell me your memory loss was real…?"

" I said banging my hand on the steering wheel. It started raining heavily and I stopped my car on a deserted road. I didn't even know where was I. I got out of the car and stood leaning on the hood of my car while the rain drenched me. I believe in you..! Anushka's words echoed in my head. I just closed my eyes and stood there. There is no one who can win this except you..! Even if the world is against you I am going to stand beside you in your bad times. You're the best.. simply the best! These people who are throwing pebbles at you are going to worship the land you walk on when you win the case.

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

Her expression dulls a bit, and the twinkle in her eyes becomes unreadble. I feel a bit unnerved by her statement, unsure of what to think or feel. "I think it's safe to say none of the sex in that book is 'just sex.'" "I guess that's true." We sit in a somewhat uncomfortable silence and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. "What were you reading?" She asks. "Some random Sci-Fi novel I found at a garage sale." I hand her the book. The dust jacket wasn't on the book when I picked it up. So it appears plain and uninviting. Just a deep green fabric stretched tight over the boards that bind the book together.

Then, slowly, it pressed its palm to the glass. Avery felt warmth beneath her skin where the reflection touched. “Stop,” she whispered. “You’re not real.” The reflection smiled. And spoke. “You called me.” Avery stumbled backward, shaking her head. “No. No, I didn’t—” “You reached first,” the reflection continued, voice layered and wrong, echoing like a hundred versions of her speaking in unison. “You always do.”

Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps. When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air. ‘I need to calm down,’ she thought. When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.