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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 · Fantaisie
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Battle of Ownership : Part 1

"A witness said that they spotted them in this area earlier, sir." A police officer hurriedly reported to Chief Edelweiss, who had just gotten out of the car.

The said officer welcomed the two married chiefs as they both scanned the area. The chief woman in her forties followed the chief man, who looked like an old copy of Valerian.

The woman's short dirty blonde hair waved a little at the sudden gust of wind from the forest near them. She inspected the area while her husband came up to the police officer.

"This area is where their previous house was, correct?" He asked. Forest eyes statically calculated the situation. The wrinkles down his eyes were showing from his old age.

"Yes, sir. The house had burned down right after the late mute murderer's identity reveal." The officer confirmed his question, and the chief man nodded in understanding.