A Stranger In The Mirror Book Novels & Stories

A sharp grief spread through my chest as I realized I could never go back to the girl I once was. The mirror no longer showed my face, and the stranger staring back felt like an intrusion in my own life. My breath trembled as tears slipped down an unfamiliar cheek, the weight of a stolen identity was crushing me I am not sure what hurt more—losing my old face, or living with one that didn’t feel like mine. But was it his fault? No. This was destiny. “Uncle, please don’t feel bad,” I said, voice hoarse with crying.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

I snapped. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, but something wasn't right. My wolf was distant, like a fading echo buried beneath layers of fog. The healer guided me carefully toward a cracked mirror hanging near the fireplace. The moment I saw my reflection, my knees nearly buckled. A stranger stared back at me. A stranger with long dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and pale gray eyes. She was beautiful in a haunting way. But it wasn't me. My hands trembled against the mirror’s frame. “This…” My voice cracked. “This isn’t my body.”

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

the people moving in the mirror were normal? I was about walking away when the door opened and the handsome son walked in with a strange boy. Someone I'd never seen before. "Woahhh" the new boy exclaimed, his eyes on the broken mirror. "What happened to the television?" Hmm. The whole time, I was staring at him. I couldn't believe they had a lot of males over here. "All thanks to the alien" the son replied with an eye roll. The new boy lifted his eyes and rested them on me.

“Let me go! Let go of me! You should know who I am! I’m a member of the Golden Circle, which means no matter who you are, you can’t touch me! Or you’ll see the consequences!” shouted the young man, who seemed like a typical student with a rather ordinary appearance. His eyes were wide with fear as he glared at the two guards standing stiffly beside him. He had been suddenly ambushed and brought to this unfamiliar place—a place he didn’t recognize at all.

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

An alien and a lady undone by her own bitterness stood there looking right back at me. I lifted a candleholder and tossed it at the stranger who stood tall staring at me with no remorse. The mirror exploded into a thousand glittering pieces. The light burned out, leaving me with only the sound of my rough breathing. “If Eaton doesn’t kill her,” I whispered into the darkness, “I will.”

And they may be after my life for all I know, or the book. The book! "Where's the book?” I blurted out, ignoring the pain that soared through my lower stomach. "Did you take the book? Who are you? What do you want from me?” I asked all at once. “Relax, Mira. Your wounds are not fully healed, yet." She said calmly. My eyes widened. “How do you know my name? Who are you?" I snarled. The pain was beginning to be unbearable, but I wasn't about to show weakness in front of this stranger. “Who are you?" I questioned yet again. I needed an answer.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.