A Stranger In The Mirror Book Novels & Stories

Jake growled. Seeing the atmosphere that was getting scary, Luna dragged Jake away from that place. "Jake?" In unison, they turned to a voice that sounded so melodious, calling Jake's name. A beautiful woman stood up and smiled sweetly at the man "Miranda, hey! What are you doing here?!" Jake asked so kindly. As Luna had guessed, Jake was a Playboy with lots of female acquaintances. "I'm just getting bored! How are you? Why don't you come to my house now? I miss you!" the girl named Miranda called out, being so flirtatious with Jake.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

At this nine-hundred-year-old vampire who remembered a dead boy's curls and bought me clothes because mine were wet. "Thank you." He nodded once. "I'll wait outside." He closed the door. I changed slowly. The dress fit perfectly. The boots were warm and sturdy. I caught my reflection in a dark mirror across the room. A stranger stared back. Hollow eyes. Pale skin. A woman who'd been fired from a diner two nights ago and now carried an immortal's curse in her bloodstream. The stranger in the mirror looked like she might break. I decided she wouldn't. I opened the door.

The stranger. He’s here

I stood up, feeling unsteady as I walked towards the window, needing air, needing something to ground me. As I moved past the mirror, something caught my eye, and I froze. My reflection stared back at me, but it didn’t look like me. I was still in the red dress, now wrinkled and disheveled, clinging to my body in a way that made me feel exposed, vulnerable. My eyes were dark, framed by smudged black eyeliner and mascara that had run down my cheeks, prove of how broken I was yesterday. I stepped closer to the mirror, my hand reaching up to touch my face, fingers grazing the dark streaks beneath my eyes. The woman staring back at me was a stranger. Her eyes were hollow, her expression distant,

I felt like a stranger in my own home, like I was walking through a dream that I couldn't awaken up from. I stopped in front of a mirror, staring at my reflection as if searching for answers. But the face that stared back at me was the same one I had always known. The same bright blue eyes, the same long, curly brown hair, the same small nose and smattering of freckles across my cheeks. But despite the familiarity of my reflection, i couldn't shake the feeling that I was looking at a stranger. A stranger who was hiding secrets and lies beneath her innocent-looking countenance.

"Aaargggh! You're staining my lips." "So you really haven't kissed before? Gosh Laurel, you should be happy because your first kiss, I did it. You weren't kissed by a jerk or a bad boy. You were kissed by your own husband. At least you should feel happy instead of screaming hysterically like that. I'm just doing what we're supposed to do at church after all." “To hell with the first kiss. I don't want strangers to touch me."

So, I’ll just hire someone to clean my apartment. My body stiffened when I passed the mirror, there was something strange there, and it made me shudder a little. I timidly turned my head while swallowing my saliva. A red-figure stood next to the mirror with a terrible smile. That person is not my imagination. He’s real and is writing something in the mirror. “I will kill you.” I sank deep to the edge of the bed. Again this happened and made my neck like choking. I even felt like I couldn’t breathe. How can I call the two men who are on guard outside? How can I ask for help?

The woman smiled. "Leave." She ordered. "Let's give her a moment she had a long day yesterday." The man pulled the woman out. Immediately she dropped the book and saw the title, it looked like something Cindy would read. So there has got to be a rational explanation for this. She plunged into the ditch, got rescued by strangers, lost her eyesight, and had to depend on glasses so what about her friends. How long had she been out? Groaning and standing up to leave the room, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Backtracking, she faced the full-length mirror and saw a stranger.

The stranger entered the room. And suddenly the air became heavy. Every step left a strange echo. As if many people were going at the same time. Not one. Thousands. “When the door was opened...” said the stranger calmly, “...I learned something.” He looked out the window. To the lights. “That memories form people.” “And?” asked Jonas. The being smiled. “So I started collecting.” An icy shower ran through the room. “The forgotten.” whispered Mira. The stranger nodded. “Of course.”