Harry Styles Mirror Picture Novels & Stories

There wasn’t a fingerprint or a speck of dust on it and I wondered if he ever even used it. I would be surprised if he wasn’t because if I were Adrian Storm, I wouldn’t be able to look away from a mirror. The glass was so clean and the frame was so wolf-representatively beautiful in its clashing colors of orange and black. On his high dressing table, a bit too high for me, was a brush with some strands of his hair in it, another small hand mirror with a similar style, a box of unused cigarettes, and a bottle of tequila at the far side. I was afraid it’d fall if I shook the table even a little bit.

he took up the paper containing her questions. The first question was 'How does my mum look like?'. He cleared his throat and took out a hand mirror from his spatial ring. It was made of rhinestone. It looked really pretty and the ladies' eyes shone. This was made by a skilled master! Collen pointed the hand mirror towards the wall and a bright golden light shone, illuminating the part of the wall. Soon, a clear picture of a lady appeared. The green-haired lady wore a silver knee-length gown and black harem pants that covered her ankles. She wore white socks. A black belt was around her waist, but if one looked closer, it was actually a soft sword. Her hair was tied up elaborately, with seve

He stood at my back and helped me with the gown’s corset. “Time to look in the mirror.” He says leading me out of the bathroom and back to the room to stand in front of the full-length mirror. I gasp at my image in the mirror staring back at me. Was this me? My hair was styled in a center parting elegant low bun with few curly tendrils framing my face with pearl pins covering most of my hair. My makeup looked flawless, giving me a glow.

Arlo whispered as he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. Harry bowed his head, placing his hands on the washbasin. The water from the tap kept flowing, creating a pool that started to fill up the basin. Arlo kept his eyes fixed on Harry until suddenly, Harry's gaze met his own reflection in the mirror. Harry's face looked different from usual— almost unrecognizable. It seemed to transform into that of a wolf, resembling a werewolf. However, Arlo knew very well that Harry wasn't a werewolf. Filled with a mix of confusion and concern, Arlo continued to watch Harry in silence, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if Harry had some kin

She still had the suspicion that Rowena Farmer must be able to see right up her skirt if she wanted to, but the film star’s eyes never left Harriet’s face until she picked up the application and read it through as though to remind herself of its contents. At the far end of the drawing-room, directly opposite Harriet, was an ornate mirror that took up half the wall. She smiled to herself. Probably film stars liked mirrors everywhere, and certainly Rowena Farmer had every cause to be proud of her beauty, which was as spectacular in the flesh as on the screen.

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.

Looking at himself in the full body mirror, his reflex looks back at him from top to bottom. "Looking good to bash some heads. But there's something missing to tell that you are the one giving the orders here." The reflex says to Erik and taps the blazer at his hearth height. Erik understands and snaps his fingers. *snap* Instantly, a Hogwarts' shield appears on the blazer. The mirror reflection looks at it and nods in approval. Then points at his hair. 'Gotta' love these enchanted mirrors.' *snap*

You said she… Megan- Nah, I just assumed and he hasn’t corrected me soo… Harry- Of course the bartender is a woman. I’m not researching creative cocktails to get attention from a man! Ryann- Alright, alright. Just checking. Is she cute? Harry- IMG.1 He sends a selfie. He’s winking at the camera and once again I’m struck with how easily he could be mistaken for an actor or something. He really is gorgeous. Dark hair, blue eyes. It occurs to me that I should really ask what he actually does for a living. I search the photo and I can see a woman in the background of the photo. It’s blurry, all I can really make out is that she has wavy blonde hair and that she seems pretty short. At least I thi

I huffed and sat on a little bench in the center of the large room. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length, three-sided mirror at the end of the room and sighed deeper. I looked like a stripper. Pushed up cleavage, tiny panty, and that damn purple stripe in my damp hair. I even had a stripper name; Twilight Princess. All I needed was a pole. I searched the room thoughtfully but there were no vertical poles to be found, all of them were horizontal.

Throwing my purse and shopping bags on the bed, I went to the mirror built into the wall on the left side of the front door to the room. An attractive girl was looking at me from the mirror: a height of one hundred and seventy centimeters, a well-shaped and athletic figure thanks to strip plastic classes, breasts of the third size, an elastic ass and a very thin waist, as many would say, aspen. Short cropped platinum hair. Everyone is unanimously surprised and asks for the number of my hairdresser-stylist, but the fact of the matter is that I have never dyed my hair. I have such an unusual natural shade. About the length. I never liked long hair, so I cut it short: a small “snow” hat on top,