The Smoking Mirror Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“Or even smoke my cigarettes at all, that is the last of its kind, I'm really going to kill you this time, if you try to smoke it." “Are you high, Levi?” Mira held his gaze for a moment. Levi shook his head. “I told you sweetheart, I don't do what I sell. I'm clean as fuck, trust me.” Mira nodded and walked to the table. She picked up one of the wine glasses and returned to him, taking a sip. "That's it, basic courtesy," he said. "I thought you—" She smashed the glass against his head, cutting him off. The wine splashed across his face, red dripping down his white shirt, and the glass shattered in her hand, a sharp piece still stuck between her fingers but goodness knows that wasn't what she

"I am not ready." No one is ever ready. But you have learned to let go. You have learned to trust. That is enough. Mira opened her eyes. The gold flowers pulsed, and the watcher's attention was soft and warm. "The story is not over," Mira said. No. The story is just beginning. --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 148

"You smell like him." My heart stopped. The hounds are coming. I looked past Kael, past Ronan's brooding glare, past Zephyr's calculating silence—and I saw the shattered mirror. In the reflection, just for a split second, a pair of molten gold eyes blinked back at me from the darkness. I wasn't crazy. And my life was about to change forever. END OF CHAPTER 2

“Well then, well then.” Giggling, but somehow taunting with his words and very presence, the mirror that serves as HIS eyes and ears to that particular book and world, unfolds the first mystery. Their first encounter and the deal that will set the beginning of the book HE entitled. “The Call of Death.” From the mirror that is adorned with the symbol and intricate mark of the Zodiacs, with the thirteen as the special one, from its fangs and core that spins this very world all along with the other six and from the original seventh. The final seventh loop of this particular book and world is about to begin, like a smile and a whispering voice echo.

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

I held the Weapon tightly because my wolf gave me sign that someone might enter here anytime soon and i am ready for the person,My eyes and ears were alert, I am a werwolf so definitely i have a sharp ear to hear sounds from afar and it was not a big deal to me when it comes to that. With few minutes Miranda entered the room and i stared at her in bewilderment but this is not a time of explaining anything, it's time to battle for my life. I was ready to fight, I need to beat her at her own games, I don't know if i could but will try my best though. She stared at me and smirked, a smile were pasted on her lips and i scoffed, her smile now disgusts me, I felt so irritated because of the looks

He looked at the huge painting of himself and Isadora that hung on the wall as he locked the door. “You two are cute together.” Kimberlee was also distracted by the painting. “Come.” He took her hand and pulled her to a huge mirror that stood against the wall on the other side of the room opposite his king size bed. Kim looked at herself in the mirror as he pulled out a key. She watched as he inserted the key in the side of the mirror and it made a sound, indicating it was unlocked. Her jaw dropped when he pulled the mirror open like a door to reveal a secret passage.

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

As wolves, our sense of everything is way more amplified than humans. She noticed that I was choking from the odor. Her eyes shifted to a pot boiling in the corner; her gaze focused deeply on it. The steaming pot stopped, and the smoke disappeared. The room smell changed immediately to the smell of frangipani flowers that were in a vase beside the window. I inhaled gently, feeling better from the earlier effect. "Sorry, the herbs are known for their strong odor that is choking." "What brings you here, Mira? I am sure you did not come here just to see my beautiful face alone."