A Stranger In The Mirror Book Novels & Stories

A wide mirror was stretched in front of the stranger. Tony’s eyes stalked him at the mirror’s reflection. He can't help himself. There was some kind of feral hunger inside him. He drank the stranger’s appearance. His eyes dropped down his ass. A beat passed. The stranger suddenly turned around and caught Tony’s stare. “I don't like men, I like women,” his hands trembled slightly as reached for some tissues. It was a declaration. Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “Yes!” “Sure you are..”

To losing him. Luna wrapped herself in the plush towel, its warmth a poor substitute for the safety she craved. She needed to feel human again, to remember that she was more than just a pawn in someone else's game. The mirror reflected a stranger back at her—haunted eyes, hollow cheeks, a mouth that had forgotten how to smile. You're stronger than this, she told herself, but the words felt fragile as spun glass. She stepped into the hallway, her bare feet silent on the cool hardwood, and froze.

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

I was getting more and more attracted to her. What was happening to me? I could not sleep so I thought of reading some book. I had liked two out of her seven completed books and had liked both of them. I opened the app and started reading the new book by the writer and read a few chapters of it. Oh, God!! The male protagonist was absolutely like me, in physical appearance and qualifications. And what surprised me the most was that the female protagonist was also exactly like my clumsy neighbour. They even met the way we met...

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”

"It shouldn't be a big deal. I mean, just a piece of skin is going to be torn. Just a pain that would bring me the most money at the needed time." She stood and looked into the mirror and she could see her hair was a little bit messy from running her fingers through it. Her eyes remained wide, probably a little terrified and afraid. Just then, her attention was diverted as soon as the door creaked and a knock followed. "Oh! no!" She gasped as she turned to face the door. "May I come in?" The deep husky voice requested from outside. The voice sent chills to her spine, making her heart race triple in anxiety. She couldn't believe this was really happening.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

The last thing I saw was the stranger’s eyes in the mirror—watching me fade. Smiling.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

The stranger’s face changed for the first time. Pain. Real pain. Gone quickly. But I saw it. Damien saw it too. “You knew her,” I said. The stranger’s eyes returned to mine. “Yes.” The silver in my blood brightened. The room tilted. The mirror woman’s voice whispered from upstairs. “Do not let him name you.” The stranger held my gaze. “Then I will offer a truth instead.” He bowed his head. Not fully. Not to the ground. But enough. Enough that Damien went completely still.