The Smoking Mirror Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said to myself OMG I am now in trouble how am I supposed keep my lust in check. Damn it now trying to resist the lust and fire within me. please come in i said as he walk in pass me his cologne and his body was so mesmerizing that I stand their by the door for a good three minutes before coming back to my senses and closing the door. I said to myself why did this man had to be so handsome why did I had to have this intense attraction for him.

Then I pulled. The heavy fabric fell away in one sweeping motion. Dust exploded through the air. And the mirror— Awakened. I staggered back instinctively. The glass was not normal. Not reflective in any ordinary sense. At first, I saw only myself. Pale. Wide-eyed. Crowned. Frightened. But then— Silver fumes began moving beneath the surface. My blood ran cold. Not on the mirror. Inside it. Like smoke trapped beneath water. Swirling. Curling.

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : THE UPRISE OF HELL(BOOK 2) CHAPTER 13 : DARK MATTERS OF TWO Maria was seen still standing in her spot light as her mirror was already down at her. Camera view as seen was caught behind the mirror. It rotated to complete a hundred and eight degrees view perhaps in order to see what the mirror beholds. After a complete round of hundred and eighty degrees, the figure in the mirror was just as it perhaps might have been guest. It was Maria. Herself. Her worst enemy!

“Did you win?” Mira looked down at the red-glowing threshold ahead. “No,” she said. “I just bought us one more level.” Then the lights went black. All of them. From the dark, a child’s voice whispered through the static. “Mira Lane… I’ve been waiting for you.” End of Chapter Forty-One ––––––––––––––––––

The dust lifted off the glass in thin streams, sucked into the surface until the mirror cleared. A figure appeared inside it. Suddenly, a man with dark hair, eyes like dried blood, calm, smiling. He looked straight at me. “You took my chains,” he said. “Now I’ll take your voice.” The glass cracked. Pain hit my throat. Logan grabbed me before I fell. “Fi......!” I tried to answer, but no sound came out. Nothing. Zona backed up fast, pulling his gun. “What the—” The man in the mirror turned his head toward him. “Guns won’t help where the light bends.”

People pretended not to see the things that made them uncomfortable. “And you,” Langford said, “will remember who you represent.” As if she had ever been allowed to forget. They passed a gilt-framed mirror. Althea kept her eyes from her reflection, focusing instead on the carved cherubs at the corners. Their marble faces seemed too interested. Don’t look at mirrors in the dark, anak. You don’t know who’s looking back. Umbra’s nails clicked in a steady rhythm beside her. Each step with him grounded her in her body. In her choice, however limited it actually was.

I was inside the mirror. The world on this side was bathed in red. The air was heavier, reeking of burnt flowers and rot. The manor was reversed—like a perfect reflection. But darker. Hungrier. I stepped forward and felt a chill crawl up my spine. My hands touched the glass from the inside. On the other side—she stood in the room. My body. My face. She lifted her hand and pressed it against the mirror. Then, slowly, she smiled. > "Finally… I’m free."

“Lead the way.” We moved fast, sticking to the high corridors, avoiding the main halls. The observatory was crumbling, it was cracked, the stars bleeding through like silver wounds. Dust coated everything. In the center stood the mirror,tall, black-framed, its surface like still water. I stepped in front of it. “Stay back,” I said. “This might not be safe.” I pressed my palm to the glass. Fire moved through my veins. The mirror cracked. And the.... I saw the crypt.

CHARLOTTE The light around me shattered like glass. My scream tore through a world that wasn’t mine as the mirror pulled me deeper and its power coiled around my soul, refusing to let me go. My heart thundered painfully in my chest, every breath scraping like fire. “Stop, please!” I cried, but the mirror ignored me. It wanted me to see. It wanted me to suffer. The world around me shifted, colors melting into a scene that was painfully familiar and when I looked closely, it was Jeffrey’s chamber in the palace. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood and spiced wine, his scent.

“We’ll find a way to get you out. I promise.” “Don’t worry about me,” the Author said. “Live your life. Write your own chapters now.” Maya went to the bathroom to wash her face, expecting her tired, dirty reflection. But the mirror was wrong. Her reflection wasn’t moving. Mirror-Maya stood still, watching the real Maya with a cold, cruel smile. “You think you’ve won, don’t you?” the reflection spat. Maya jumped back, her heart racing. “Julian! Get in here!”