Novel & Cerita A Stranger In The Mirror Book

"I gave you silence. I gave you walls. I gave you locks. And still…you begged for his voice.” Camela's lips quivered as she spoke. "I didn’t beg." The stranger’s eyes grew darker. "Then what are you doing now?" The apartment walls groaned ominously as if they were alive. The shattered mirror reassembled itself, bringing back the reflection—Vincent’s eyes staring at her once again. She pressed her hands over her ears and shouted, “Stop it!” The stranger moved in closer, his whisper intense. “You know you need him.” Her scar flared up, and the ring became tighter.

He told me Rowena was just an old friend, nothing more. However, I never imagined they were actually promised to each other. I forced the memory out of my mind and turned to leave quietly—only to be stopped by a waiter. "Excuse me, miss. Are you with this group?" Everyone in the room turned to look at the door. My cheeks burned, but I kept my cool. "I just got here. What's going on?" Jim looked startled, but when he heard I’d only just arrived, his shoulders relaxed. His friends hurried out to smooth things over.

“Okay. Okay, let’s think. Either I’ve been kidnapped, or I’m part of some super messed-up simulation. Or… this is real. Which it can’t be. Because there are giant wolves and blood-drinking kings and people calling me queen—” I broke off, staring at my reflection in a mirror across the room. The woman staring back wasn’t me. She had my face—but softer. Paler. Her eyes looked sadder. Her hair was long and perfect. And the crown of faint bruises around her throat made my stomach twist. “What happened to you?” I whispered. Silence answered me. For a moment, I just stood there, staring into that mirror, watching this stranger who looked like me but wasn’t. The air felt heavier. The walls seemed c

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

Author's POV Mira was sitting at her balcony, staring blankly at the waterfall. The anger was still blazing inside her. The stranger entered her holy place with shoes on, crushed her flowers beneath his shoes, touched her, tore her cloth still she was the one to apologise to him. She knew that the family hates her but never realised that the stranger holds more value than her.

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

NALANI It was as if I had been struck by a tidal wave. It seemed like there was a laser torturing my eyelids that instead of opening my eyes, I just closed it tightly because of the glary light from the bulb. The softness of the bed was unfamiliar to me—I immediately understood that I was not in my own bed. I buried my face in the pillow and suddenly someone tapped my butt and Esther's voice dominated, "I don't want to wish you good morning because I'm mad. So get up, the food is ready."

Moreover, it proved one of the things people told him before: it would feel good if you open up to strangers because they didn't know you. He shunned his head to look at the view outside the cafe once again, and he sighed in satisfaction. The brights were bright but not to the point his eyes would hurt. There was no longer traffic of cars and the number of people passing by slowly increased. Adler took his time relaxing, lounging on the birchwood rattan-accented seat while eating whatever he had left on the plates while sipping his stimulating tea. Suddenly, two street children passed by, and each of them was holding a palm-full of coins and raced with huge smiles on their faces. He recogniz

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.