Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the BADDEST of them all?

The SSG President of the Academy Vs. The Basketball Captain of E-State University. Who do you think will win?

Let's Play A Game
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the next player of them all?

Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile


Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because when I cry, he doesn't smile
Money and interests make people animals.
Where love is rare

My best friend is the mirror because

Mira is a descendant of The Mirror. The Mirror is a millennias old kingdom, who have been protecting the world from The Shard.
The Shard has been The Mirror's arch enemy for over 3 million years, which was when The Shard broke off from The Mirror and it's ways...The  Shard's main purpose is to annihilate The Mirror, and all mankind.
The Mirror has been looking for the heir to their throne ever since The Shard stole the child and dropped it somewhere in a distant dimension...on the planet Earth.
Mira is that heir...If only she knew...

Mrs. Groscow observed her seventeen year old daughter as she walked down the stairs a visible scowl on her lips. Her tongue flicked through her teeth and the wine glass was swooshing dangerously on her fingers.

Jeans booty shorts and of course a purple tank top. Mia stopped at the end of the stair and crosses her arms.

"So you've resorted to flaunting? I see you gave up on your face." The first thing she uttered to her, kicking up her left leg across the right one.

Mia rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to her right foot.

"You're too fat for those shorts."Her mom points out blankly taking another sip of her drink. " You got a lot of mirrors to check that out for yourself, don't you?"

"I know. And that is why apps were created." She whispered but her mom caught  it, a small smile tugging at the end of her lips. The older woman's brow creaked app and she mused at her words.

"Why didn't you go to school today?" She chose to change the subject leaning back on the couch.

"My face." Mia obviously stated. She had vowed not to ever apply make up... Although she wanted to; apply concealer on her zits, mascara, a little lipstick perhaps.

'Oh my goodness Mia!You look like an undercooked turkey!' Her mother's words.

"I don't give a hoot miss! You have to go to school whether you look ugly, or uglier."

Luke Groscow got in at this moment. A male servant took his coat, briefcase and car keys. According to Annah, no female hand shall lay her hand on her man.

She was right to be protective, after all Luke was a male model, a really good looking male model younger than Annah by three years.

"Hey honey." He greeted his wife and made for the little drink area. "Hello Mia."He voiced to her daughter lifting the drink to her in some sort of a toss. She gave him a small smile.

He then walked back across the room and slumped down the comfy white couch. Pure fur.

"Your daughter missed school, again!" Annah started going back to the random act of flicking her tongue inside her mouth.

"Why?"

"Puberty. Look at her ugly face."

"Annah!" Luke raised his voice a little. He nervously watched Mia at the corner of his eye.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped them for about a minute.

"What's wrong with that? She's bright." Luke said in a monotone. A little low this time.

"That doesn't mean she can miss school, Luke."

"I need a shower." Luke announced downing his drink.

He walked to Mia and cupped her cheek. "You'll be fine. At least now everyone will want to look at your pretty face."

Mia smiled. Her dad always gave her hope. Always made sure she was smiling.

Yet her mom was the complete opposite. She is the one who got her a full make up set... Indirectly telling her you're ugly, yet she's still the one who hated the same make up on her.

"Just give me a minute and we'll go get that mirror, okay?"

Mia nodded. Yester night she was so mad she punched her bathroom mirror six times, getting hurt in the process.

Because she let her mother's words get to her.

•|•

They drove out of their expansive house onto a private road for five minutes before joining the main road.

Mia looked outside the window as they passed the mall. She didn't want to get her mirror from the mall because most of her schoolmates hang out there... and she wouldn't be seen dead with her pimply face.

They were going to an old shop downtown belonging to an old black man. She found the place after getting lostin the area. Of course she had to glance around before asking for directions.

"Here we are." Her dad announced stopping the car.

"I'll go alone." Mia quickly stopped her dad from unbuckling his seat belt.

She didn't want him to see her posing in front of mirrors, possibly giving herself a complimenting speech and other self embarrassing acts. "Just wait here. I will try not to take long."

"Well, okay..."

The door chimed on opening and the shop was visibly empty. No shopper appeared to be present apart from her.

"Hello?"She called looking around. The reception area was also empty. She decided to walk around the isles, admiring the fancy, plain and artistic mirrors.

"Hello?"She called out again. Last time he was here. The man was odd and always zoned out in his speech and it spooled her a little but he was no threat.

"Careful young girl, your voice might break the mirrors!" Mia whipped around immediately a little startled. The old man closed the door, made of a mirror that it actually looked like he was coming out of it.

He had the same old tired but warm smile on his face.

"Good evening Mr.William you do remember me?"

"Well of course!" He laughed and walked to her to shake her hand. "You're the crazy one, right?" His hands were rough and crusty and he possessed a firm grip. He released her hand finally and walked behind the counter.

Entirely reflective.

"What can I interest you with miss Groscow?" She was a little amazed that he remembered her awkward second name. Nevertheless, she spoke up.

"I need a bathroom mirror."

"Just that? Oh we have a lot... Framed perhaps? Slitted?"

"I need your most clearest mirror."

"Clearest?"

"Yes clearest, doesn't matter really, it'll still work."

"Well,all my mirrors are clear as you see, but you do want the clearest?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." The sir walked from the counter and walked to the door he had come out earlier.

"Come on, you have to pick for yourself... I have two of them, nobody really seemed interested in having the clearest mirror so they stay up back.

Mia nodded. She half trusted the man enough to set her teaser at 60V, not too much to kill him or paralyse him.

The back of the store was like a workshop. Wood and mirrors, noise from the glass cuter worked by a man and a set of boys preparing a frame.

"Here we are." Mr.William announced walking past the two boys.

He opened a closet and called one of the boys to help him take them out. Mr.William stood them on the width side leaning on the wall.

They were clear, more than Mia ever imagined. The surface seemed like a calm river, promising a ripple if the surface was gently poked.

But one had a slight crack on the left corner, and given the angle of a perfectionist by her mother, she picked the other one.

It was framed with dark brown wood and carved into a beautiful pattern. It looked ancient,and she fell in love with it. She took one last look of herself and smiled.

She turned and waited for Mr.William to finish showing the boys how to smoothen the edges.

"Which one will it be?" Mr.William asked still helping his boys out.

"The framed one."

"You got it, give me a minute."

Mia wanted to turn and look at it once more. Her reflection on it was beyond perfect, it was beautiful. It gave her a sense mysterious sense of security. She opted to look around the place, placing her hand over her lips.

If only she would turn then maybe she would change her mind, because her image was still smiling.

Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes. Mia punishes herself for being what the society calls 'ugly' striving to create a picture perfect image. She builds up an odd obsession to mirrors.

But no matter the clearest mirror she'll get, she's still the same old face. This time however, the mirror is not only the clearest, it's the scariest... She ends up being thrown into a world belonging to the dark forces, and she has no choice but to choose survival, that is until she is able to escape and claim her old life and stolen identity back.

Charming Luscious, a demon in training has other plans and so does a few who come to learn of a mortal in their world.

Qin Shu raised her head and glanced around the street. She noticed that the three taxis that had stopped by the roadside earlier were all occupied. She lowered her eyes again and looked at the luxurious car in front of her. She thought for a moment and nodded. "Thank you."
The man chuckled. "You gave me candy, and I will give you a ride. It's just mutual benefit. There's no need to thank me."
Qin Shu opened the door at the back of the car and sat inside. Then, she closed the car door.
After the man started the engine, he looked at the rearview mirror and asked, "Where do you want to go?"
Qin Shu said, "To Fu Fu Road."
"It's pretty close." The man stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Fu Fu Road as he spoke.
It was a few minutes' drive away, and they arrived in the blink of an eye.
The man parked the car steadily by the side of the road.
"Thank you."
Qin Shu thanked him, opened the car door, and got out. After closing the car door, she walked to another villa area without looking back.
The man in the car watched the girl walk away without looking back. He lowered his eyes and looked at the candy in his palm. An unnoticeable gentleness flashed in his eyes.
He opened the wrapping paper and put the candy into his mouth. He ate it slowly. He could taste a hint of sweetness in the candy.
His mood also brightened up.
He glanced at the girl who had disappeared. He saw that she was carrying a bag of candy in her hand when he was at the intersection earlier. It was really a coincidence, so he drove his car over.
Thinking of his behavior just now, he chuckled again with a hint of self-mockery. Then, he drove away.
Qin Shu squatted in the corner with a small bronze mirror in her hand. She faced the direction of the car by the roadside. After seeing the car in the mirror leave, she put away the small bronze mirror and walked out from behind the wall.
The reason why she was so vigilant was that she was afraid that the man and the people in the mansion would know each other. She was just taking precautions.
Five meters away from the He mansion was a lotus pond. Beside the lotus pond was a hexagonal gazebo.
Five minutes later-
Qin Shu was sitting on a stone bench in the gazebo. She wore a Bluetooth headset and looked at the computer screen in front of her. Her smooth and pale hands quickly entered complex codes.
A mansion like the He mansion would have a strong security system. Other than the bodyguards, they would definitely have installed surveillance cameras.
After a while, dozens of surveillance videos appeared on the computer screen.
If they had invited guests over to discuss cooperation, the meeting would definitely be held either in the living room or the study.
After Qin Shu found the surveillance camera in the living room, she saw President He sitting on the sofa in the living room. Behind him stood a row of bodyguards in navy blue uniforms.
Fu Tingyu sat opposite President HHe with a calm expression.
Shi Yan stood behind Fu Tingyu with a vigilant expression.
President He said "I don't want to believe that Mr. Fu would do such a thing, but I received news last night that this assassination is indeed related to you. How can Ibe able to trust in you and cooperate with you?"
Fu Tingyu replied. "I'm here to talk about cooperation. As for the person who assassinated you, it has nothing to do with me."
Qin Shu listened to the conversation between Fu Tingyu and President He. She realized one thing, it was that someone had framed Fu Tingyu for hiring an assassin.
No wonder Fu Tingyu didn't let her follow him. He must have received news last night that someone had framed him.
He was afraid that if she followed him, there would be an unpredictable danger.
If President He really suspected that Fu Tingyu had hired an assassin, then not only would the cooperation fail, it would also be a problem for Fu Tingyu to leave the mansion.
No matter how strong Fu Tingyu was, he couldn't defeat so many bodyguards and bullets.
Even if he could escape, he would not be able to avoid getting injured.
Qin Shu's eyes lit up when she saw the red carp in the lotus pond from the corner of her eye.


“Are you still going to run away?”
“No, not anymore.”
He loved her to the point of paranoia, a compulsion that penetrated his bones and was impossible to cure.
“Babe, you can only smile at me.”
“Babe, I’ll get you everything you like.”
After getting revived, Qin Shu’s eyes were as bright as snow and she had high intelligence. She held on to her handsome and rich husband, refusing to let go, devoting herself to protecting and pampering him. She worked hard to become stronger so that she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Before her revival, Qin Shu believed the words of her younger sister. She hated him, blamed him, and devised a thousand ways to run away from him.
Yet, he loved her deeply, pampered her with all his heart, and allowed her to behave atrociously.

Yin Shaojie walked out. "I don't want to talk to you anymore."
"Hey! We only drank two glasses. Let's continue!" Nimo wanted to stop him, but Yin Shaojie was too fast.
"I'm going to find my wife. I don't feel safe leaving her alone."
"Hoes before bros?"
"Why do you care? Why don't you go find a wife and then we'll see what you'd do"
"I wish. Why don't you ask your wife if she has any sisters in her family that she can introduce to me?"
Yin Shaojie was walking out of the wine cellar when he suddenly stopped.
Turning around, he put his finger on his lips and said to Nimo, "Tell no one about my wife, you got it?"
The news was too shocking that he was still trying to digest it.
Although he knew that Nimo wasn't one who would leak information, news about the Mu family was very likely to be true and the fact that it was true made it hard for Yin Shaojie to digest it.
He suddenly wondered if his parents knew this about the Mu family?
Perhaps not.
If his parents knew about them, they would have told him.
Now that he thought about it, it was no wonder that the Mu family was called the legendary Mu family. They were low-key and mysterious and had power that no one could properly gauge. Even the Big Four Families couldn't properly grasp them.
Yin Shaojie could understand now why the elders spoke of the Mu family in a different tone.
He was quite curious to know how the elders would react if they were to know the truth about the Mu family.
But he also knew that Xiaoxiao's background was not something that he could casually talk about.
The old and mysterious Muirs family…
Yin Shaojie walked out of the wine cellar. Staring at the night sky through the French window, he took a deep breath.
...
In the bedroom.
Annie looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was very beautiful.
She knew that Chris would never let her down in this aspect. He would surprise her from time to time.
But this time, Annie realized that she was not happy at all.
She looked really beautiful in the mirror.
Her hair was drawn up in two locks falling down by her temples. It framed her dainty face well and she looked very refined.
While Annie was lost in her thoughts, looking at the mirror, someone knocked at the door behind her.
"Come in," she said tepidly, thinking it was a helper who had came to serve dinner.
Ka cha——
The door opened and a tall figure came up behind her, his elegant face appeareding in the mirror.
Annie was unaware. She was looking at the mirror, but her eyes were unfocused.
"Are you thinking about me?" Suddenly a hoarse voice said by her ear.
Annie hadn't regained her senses yet, but his words stirred her heart.
"Why is it you..."
She looked up abruptly and met Ye Sijue's gaze in the mirror.
Seeing his pale face, sadness flitted across her eyes.
"Are you awake? Are you feeling… any better?" she asked, not realizing that her tone was very gentle.
Her hands on her lap clenched nervously.
"No," Ye Sijue said.
Annie was stunned for a moment. It were as if she understood the implied meaning when she looked into his eyes.
He wasn't referring to his body being unwell, but rather his heart…


As childhood sweethearts, they were made to engage under the manipulations of their families. It involved having to to live in the same room and sleep together.

One night, she is accidentally made drunk, and in his delirium, he kisses her only to realize he enjoys it. From time to time, he would sneak a kiss on her, but his “crime” is eventually discovered in an accident. After being accused by her, he says with a smile, “You are my wife, why can’t I kiss you?”

The two people’s daily routine is full of bickering and mutual discrediting of each other.

Although he claims to disparage, he actually cares intensely about her. He feels crazily jealous when she is close to other men, to the point of tying her to his side, so that she becomes exclusively his.

Tags: Campus Love, Childhood Sweethearts, Pampering Romance

Just as Jemima was about to open her mouth to ask what a Noble was and what it had to do with the King, the wooden door to the room swung open with a loud bang. Three heavily armoured men filed into the room, their presence intimidating and commanding, swords swinging back and forth.

Quietly, under his breath, Oscar growled, "Knights."

Jemima had no idea what he meant by that, but there was no time to ask. She fell still, watching the three men as the largest eyed her suspiciously.

He stalked forward, and in a steely voice, announced, "Noble Greyleaf, I trust that you are in good health after your quite unfortunate accident. The King requires you to return to training." 

He paused, and threw a disgusted look at Oscar, who was sitting with his head bowed, silent, his silvery-blond hair falling over his face, the book trembling slightly in his large, pale hands.

"As for you, Commoner Darkland," the man spat 'Commoner' like it was an insult, eyes dark with hate, "You may be dismissed." 

Jemima watched as Oscar closed the book and placed it lightly on the chair, straightened, clenched his fists and walked out the door, his whole body rigid with tension. The door clicked closed softly behind him, and Jemima felt a pang of pity for him. 

The Knight turned back to Jemima, sitting in the bed with her eyes bright and curious, and continued speaking like nothing had happened. 

"If I am honest, Noble, I do not know what you see in that Commoner. He is nothing but a worthless orphan, left on the streets to fade away. Nothing more, nothing less. But you treat him like an equal- you let him treat you like you two are equal-" 

Jemima raised a hand. This man got on her nerves, with all his talk about being equal, and she was determined to tell him that. Jemima had never been one to hide her opinions, and from what she had seen, Oscar was nothing but a loyal, and devoted friend. Even though she knew nothing about the hierarchy of this strange world, she assumed that Nobles were above Knights.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to speak. Jemima didn't know where she got the words from, but they flowed swiftly out of her when she barely understood what they meant herself.

"Knight, that is enough. I am allowed to befriend whomever I like, whether it is a fellow Noble, or a 'lowly Commoner' as you call them. Are you questioning your higher up's choices? Because this is how I see it." Jemima flashed a glare at the Knight, who had gone quite still.

"Noble I- I meant no disrespect, forgive me!" The Knight bowed deeply, fear obvious in his stiff stance.

"It does not matter what you meant. Do you have anything else to tell me or was the only thing you came to say was to judge who I make friends with?" Jemima inquired in a icy cold voice, eyeing him.

The man straightened quickly and fumbled with a piece of paper, and opened it with a small tearing sound.

"Ahem. The King and Council require your presence at the meeting today, late afternoon, once you have finished training, for a meeting of the King's Council."

Jemima nodded her acknowledgement. "Alright. If that is all, you may be dismissed."

The three men bowed and turned to exit. As they opened the door, Jemima's voice sounded out again.

"Knight. One more thing."

"Yes, Noble?" The leader asked, turning back around to face her respectfully.

"If you see Commoner Darkland, send him back to my room." She commanded.

"Understood."

The moment the men left the room, Jemima let out a long breath. That didn't go as bad as she had feared. Alone in the room, she looked around and took in her surroundings again.

It was quite plain, four grey walls covered in draping and tapestries. The door was on the left side of the bed, and windows framed in floor length, blood red curtains to the right. Against the left wall, near the door, was a plush red and gold sofa, and in the right corner of the wall opposite the bed was an intricately designed door that Jemima thought probably led to the toilet and bathroom. A gold framed mirror hung above a desk on the same wall, next to a crackling, cheerful fire, with wood to top it up sitting on a small rack next to the desk.

Quietly, carefully, Jemima slipped out of the bed and placed her bare feet on the plush white carpet. Not used to the extra weight her new male body had, she stumbled slightly, feet tripping over each other, then quickly regained her balance. The carpet's warm threads, warmed by the fire, swallowed her feet with each step as she padded slowly over to the mirror. Jemima inspected the reflection in the mirror staring back at her.

A handsome male face stared back at her, with bright green, sparkling, playful eyes, short, sandy brown hair and light olive toned skin, a small earring hanging from his left ear, clothed in a loose white shirt and nothing more. Jemima stared for another moment, then reached a finger out and up to touch the mirror ever so lightly. 

"So it's real...I'm not dreaming-" she murmured, half to herself. Hearing her voice sound softly through the room, made it all seem more real. 

"Of course it's real." A cocky voice broke through Jemima's reverie, and she spun around towards the door, surprised. "Did you really think you imagined it all?"

There stood Oscar, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, all the fear and timidity from before gone, his eyes burning silver. A smile as wide as the devil's lit his face up at he met her gaze.

"C'mon, there's no reason to looked so surprised. Let me take you on a tour of the castle!" Oscar laughed.

What would you do, if one day, you woke up in an entire different world, in an entire different body, with a corrupt King who is tearing his kingdom apart?

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