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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

Machiavellian : Part 2

The president's palace was quiet. It was almost midnight time as the moon illuminated the dark skyline. He just found out about a family day that would be held in a week or so. He still waited for his daughter to mention this matter.

If you look over to the highest floor's window, you would find a red-haired man in his late thirties massaging his own head with his thumbs, sitting on his fancy chair with a heavy mind. The pictures of the late presidents hang around the room, watching the man being stressed out over piles of paperwork.

Not to mention that his daughter, Rune, was nagging him to send his best agents to search for her best friend that was gone for two days.

Of course, he tried to search for him, only to find out that the said best friend was apparently going on a vacation with his father and sister. The brother was the one that talked with the school about that.

And he also kind of accidentally found out that his daughter's best friend was the son of-