A Stranger In The Mirror Book Novels & Stories

"Look at yourself, girl." I stare into the mirror they hold up. A stranger stares back. I look different. The person in the mirror is a stranger. They look like a noble child that has lovely parents. I do not fail to recognise that the pink fits me perfectly. Perfect hair. Flawless skin. But I recognise those eyes. They're mine, empty and sad- they are the only thing that do not betray me "Something's still not right," one of the wolves says, tilting my chin up with her hand.

I stumbled to my feet, caught sight of a mirror across the room And froze. A stranger stared back. A man.

On my way, I saw a mirror and all my make up was smeared on my face. "Are you Liiza Starr?" I heard a stranger ask while I was walking. I freeze and turn toward him then stare at him for a few seconds. "How do you know?" I ask. A smirk came on the stranger's face and before I could even function anything that's happening, something hard hit my head. And my eyes close shut.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

And I swear to the Moon herself, they never will. One night, as I sit in the quiet stillness of my room, shadows stretch long across the cracked walls, the flickering candlelight casting ghosts of the woman I used to be. My fingers tremble slightly as I reach up and touch the broken mirror on my wall, tracing the jagged line that slices my reflection in two. The woman staring back at me is a stranger.

It couldn’t be… But the sterile room, the odd mirror, the woman’s strange clothes… fragmented details were clicking into place, forming a horrifying, undeniable picture. I’m in a book. I’m in THE book. A cold dread washed over me, heavy and suffocating. Caden. Ryan. Levy. The Alphas. His Alphas. My hands gripped the cool edges of the mirror, my knuckles white. I stared at the stranger who was somehow intimately known. No. This couldn’t be real. But deep down, a chilling certainty was solidifying. I knew this face. I knew these names. Because I had read this story twenty times. I knew every detail. Every plot and character.

A sliver of space in which to gather the scattered pieces of myself. The mirror caught my reflection and I almost flinched. The man staring back was a stranger, a ghost of the person I thought I was. My face looked pale, almost translucent. Lips tight, pressed into a thin, bloodless line. I reached for the faucet and turned the water on. Hot. Let the steam start to fill the small room, a swirling shroud meant to hide me from the world, from myself. The pressure in my chest didn’t loosen, not even a little. It remained a solid, aching weight.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

I flushed, before heading for the sink, I washed my mouth and then my face. I stared at the mirror and my pale, sickly looking skin stared right back at me, just as I was about to walk away, something caught my attention. I returned to face the mirror, unable to shrug off this feeling that it was a stranger staring back at me, this time, when I moved, my reflection didn’t. A panicked sound escaped me. “You can’t trust him,” the image in the mirror said. “W—what?” “You can’t trust him!” It warned again, and then it was gone, leaving behind my true reflection.

“Yes! The King will be here soon, and if you’re not ready, he’ll be furious.” My blood ran cold. King? I slowly swung my legs over the bed, my heart hammering. My body felt… different. Lighter. Stronger. Something was wrong. I turned my head—and froze. A mirror stood across the room. I rose to my feet, my breaths small as I stepped toward it. Then, I saw her. A stranger. A woman with flawless porcelain skin, raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, and piercing silver eyes that were not my own.