A Stranger In The Mirror Book Novels & Stories

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood transfixed at that point staring at them, wide-eyed. I had only seen a naked woman once in my life and that was when I mistakenly barged into my mum's room. So basically the only naked woman I had seen was my mum. I was shivering as I stared at those strippers doing lots of dirty moves. I could hear people screaming 'Ella'. There was a particular stripper who was at the front so I deemed she was the Ella people were calling. She was very beautiful with a killer curvy shape. Her moves were salacious and lascivious. She had a very beautiful body and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I grab onto the sink infront of me for balance and everywhere suddenly grows quiet. I look up slowly into the mirror right in front of me and staring back at me is a ghastly figure with glowing purple eyes. I stumble backward, screaming my lungs out and the door suddenly opens. A female student walks in and stares at me like I’ve lost my marbles. I bite my lips as she walks up to the sink, rinsing her hands and fixing her hair like all is well. The figure in the mirror still stares back at me while this stranger acts like it's some ordinary Thursday afternoon.

"That can't be me." "Daria is gone," he said gently. "You survived. But she... did not." My pulse beat high, and I looked at the stranger in the mirror. "No..." I whispered again. "No... that's not me." But the mirror didn't change. The face didn't change. I didn't recognise myself. I dropped the mirror. It shattered. And the room went cold.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

The girl no one wanted. Then the glass moved. I stumbled back as my reflection "smiled"at me—a grin too wide, too knowing. "You don’t belong here, little storm." My breath caught. The room spun. And in the walk-way light, my eyes glowed—violet, just for a second. Then the mirror cracked. I was alone again. But not for long. I swallow hard and walk forward. The path curves ahead, lined with statues of figures cloaked in shadow. Their faces are worn smooth by time, but I swear one of them turns its head as I pass.

Every story, no matter how different, eventually arrived at the same place. The Ninth Cipher. The Tenth Door. The Author. He looked toward the hooded stranger. "They all end here." The stranger nodded. "They all begin here as well." Before Adrian could ask another question, the shelves surrounding them slowly separated. A vast circular chamber emerged between them. Unlike the endless library, this place contained no books. Only mirrors. Hundreds of enormous mirrors. Each taller than a castle gate. Each covered by white cloth. The stranger walked toward the nearest one. His footsteps echoed strangely, as though another person walked beside him.

“I will.” After the girls were down and the house went dark and Elara’s footsteps faded off to the guest wing and Alexander’s breathing went slow and even beside me, I got up. I went into the bathroom. I shut the door. I turned on the tap. And I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for the first time with no one watching. The stranger looked back. Older. Thinner. But the eyes were mine. The eyes worked. The eyes saw everything now, and everything was a great deal.

Sabi nga nila bad omen would happen if you break a mirror. I didn’t bother taking another glance of that thing and started to walk away from this place. Even though the road, scenario, and place was something I have seen countless of time, this time it made me feel like a stranger. I cannot seem remember the way on my house. Napatigil ako sa paglalakad ng makarating ako sa isang pamilyar na establishment. It was the book store where I brought the book. Book… Yes, I remember buying a book. But what was the title again?

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…