Novel & Cerita A Stranger In The Mirror Book

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.

I asked while my heart hammered against my ribs. She did not answer my question right away and the heavy silence stretched between us. She continued to stare at me and her sharp mind clearly pieced a complicated puzzle together. She recognized the undeniable similarities staring right back at her through the iron fence. "My mommy says strangers are bad," Mira said, tilting her head to study my face through the iron bars. "But you have my exact same nose. Are you the man who makes her sad?"

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

Then I would destroy him the same way he had destroyed me. He didn’t know it yet, but his world was about to collapse too. With a trembling hand, I wiped the tears from my cheeks. Stood up on shaky legs, and stared at the stranger in the mirror. The new me glared back at me. My smirk widened. The game had just begun.

And then the bond burns. Not with his pain this time—but something else. Something vast and watching. I freeze. Slowly turn. A mirror stands at the end of the street. Except there’s no street. Just—black water where cobblestones should be, rippling without sound. And the mirror’s frame is made of bone. I take one step toward it—don’t even know why— —and the reflection moves before I do. It smiles. And I realize it’s not me. Not really. Come closer, it whispers.

The apartment was quiet again. But not like before. Not like the silence that came from retreat or shame. This one felt warmer, softer. Like the quiet that came after a storm had passed and everything had been picked up and put back in place. Almost everything. Maya stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, watching herself. She wore only a loose cotton tank and black underwear. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes still carried the weight of everything she hadn’t said. But she didn’t look fragile anymore.

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

It hit the wall with a soft clink and fell somewhere behind the couch. Good riddance. My chest heaved as I sucked in a ragged breath. I walked to the mirror by the door, staring at the stranger reflected back at me. Eyes red. Hair a tangled mess. Face pale and hollow. Was this who I had become? A girl so easily discarded? "No," I said out loud, my voice rough and unfamiliar. "No." I wouldn't be his second choice. I wouldn't let this destroy me. I wiped my face with trembling hands, squaring my shoulders.

" l didn't know what had happen but the next moment I was sleeping then I walk up to someone saying something to me it was strange but good at the same time. He was the same man who has been visiting me in my dream he had all the features and The same blood shot eye and everything he was so loving and compassionate to me. He acted so differently with me that night he was not his old who looked like he was horny he was different a good kind of different. He treated me like I was a delicate egg that I may break. I was so intrigued and mesmerise by The way he looked. I didn't know what possessed me but I did something I never thought I will be bold enough to initiate I kissed him and I could ha

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.