Novel & Cerita A Stranger In The Mirror Book

NINA. I stood before the mirror and felt awed. The reflection indicated a stranger standing at a strange facsimile of me. I reached out and touched my face and my cheekbones; this was certainly a different me. I think I looked like... Lauren Hilton. "Hello, dear, are you okay?" the elderly woman's voice echoed in a soft, quiet voice. I was slow in replying to the elderly woman since I was lost in thought. "Y-y-yes, ma'am," I could hardly order my head as I turned on the tap and washed my hands, trying to clear the fog out of my brain.

The girl in the mirror was a stranger, hollow eyes, pale skin, a shell where a person used to be. In that moment, I understood what it meant to be truly broken.

The plates are all broken, the table overturned and pieces of broken glasses are splattered all around the room. I took a step backward, reality sinking in but decided to ignore it and just walk out of the door, my stomach growling in hunger. I'm not a fan of breakfast anyway. I told myself. I took my time as I walked going to school. My supposed to be happy mood turned sour once I took sight of the reason why I had the opportunity of meeting the stranger. "Good morning, stranger." A voice greeted me, I looked up at the person and there he was, smiling under the morning sun. "How's your sleep?"

I don't think his motorcycle will even buy the side mirror of my car talk less of the car itself. I watched as he removed the helmet off his face. And for a moment, I lost the voice in me. The way he stares me down, sent electricity down my core. I would have to admit, he's handsome. But I didn't dwell on how I found his eyes piercing through the soul or how his black hair was gleaming. I won't forget he was the cause of my car damage. "Is your mouth glued or-" "I heard all what you said" Oh God! Here comes his voice. Something screams dangerous with the way he stared at me. I was supposed to be the one doing the staring.

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

That maybe this would make it easier. On my way out, I bumped shoulders with someone rushing past. The impact threw me off balance, and I stumbled back hard. My body hit a tall mirror by the door, and the crack of glass breaking echoed around the small shop. “Shit!” I gasped, stumbling away as the mirror splintered into a web of jagged lines. The stranger muttered an apology and kept going, disappearing out the door without a second glance. But me, I froze. My chest went tight. I couldn’t take my eyes off the broken reflection staring back at me, fractured and distorted.

And yet the lips whispered words, words from a completely different world, invading this reality with a cold, eerie breath. The light of a candle stirred on the table, the reflection in the mirror was distorted for a moment, transforming the features into completely alien ones. The stranger - a young guy with cheeks and forehead tightened with large scales - as if in a mask, squinted his silver eyes angrily and disappeared. Yarsi exhaled, involuntarily reached his hand to his face, ran his fingers along his cheek and felt smooth skin under them. Stranger? Is that so?

The reflection in the mirror smiled—her own face, moving without her. And the woman inside whispered, “You don’t belong here, stranger.” --- End of Chapter 1 Next: “Chapter 2 – The Lady in the Mirror”

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”