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Demons in the Mirror

Everyone had the exact replica of themselves in the mirror. It was just the shadow of yourself, a shape of a person imitating your every move. What if I tell you, the mirror was just a barrier for another world- for another copy of you? Another copy you would be terrified to see. A demon version of you. Every people in this world had a counterpart. Everyone had a demon of their own, living freely of their will in the world inside their mirror. The exact replica, yet different stories they were living. Different conflicts, different choices, and different endings. The Vergessene family always had been the strongest of both worlds. The family of the strongest criminals in the human world and the family of the strongest anarchists in the demon world. Different yet the same. Both of the worlds weren’t supposed to be aware of one another. Both worlds weren’t supposed to cross with each other. But the demon version of the Vergessene family lost their youngest one. He died at an early age, too young to leave the world; he never made it past seventeen. Until they found out their youngest one had the exact replica of himself and snatched the human version of him away. __________ Take notes that this is a slow-burn novel, so it's going to be slow :D Also, this novel is really dark. This is a found family with forced adoption. You can clearly see from the synopsis that the family is really messed up. Trigger warnings for manipulations (A LOT of them), blood, body horror, graphic fighting, unhealthy relationships, panic attacks, anxiety, PTSD, depression, dehumanization, suicide, and swearing. Anyway, enjoy your stay in this book! __________ Want to be friends? Discord: Moonaisy#4684

Moonaisy · Fantasy
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141 Chs

The World Burn : Part 1

The morning sun was watching everyone as the president opened his office window widely. The breeze blew his neatly done red hair, messing it up a little. He brushed off the invisible dust on his suit before turning his back on the sun.

The man went over to his desk. The slow heartbeat in his chest was anticipating something to happen, something that he asked to happen.

His hazel eyes caught a picture on top of his desk. The image showed a wavy blonde woman holding a red-haired baby.

A sad smile formed on his face. The president diverted his gaze over to his wedding photo beside the baby photo.

He took the picture with his right hand, using his left hand to graze over the glass, trying to remember the day the world blessed him with the best woman in the world. His fingers stopped at the neatly written names of him and his wife.

Alfred and Isabella.