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Demons in the Mirror

{On Hiatus} 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!

Moonaisy · Fantasy
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141 Chs
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A Breakable Friendship : Part 1

"I don't think I can run away anymore, Al." The 17-year-old muttered, looking at the red-haired teen on the chair beside the bed Cain was on.

The Vergessene teen had been staying in his best friend's house for a month now. He managed to avoid whatever catastrophe happened to his family.

"What do you mean? You're laying on my bed right now as I do my homework which-" Alfred raised his voice and glared at Cain. "-you don't want to help me by letting me copy yours."

"Dude. This ain't homework that you can copy. You're supposed to write an opinion essay out of your brain." Cain, who was facing the ceiling, turned to his left, returning Alfred's stare.

"You know I'm dumb with these shits. The difference is you're born genius, Cain." The red-haired teen sighed, turning away from his best friend as he tried to continue his homework.

"You flatter me too much, bro," Cain commented, fiddling with a pen in his hand.