Haunting Adeline Mirror Chapter Novels & Stories

He reached out to stroke my neck, and I felt something fill my mind. I was losing my mind. No! He was using a spell on me. I willed myself to shake off its effects. But it wasn't working. My eyes turned dreamy. “Now tell me, Princess. Who took you away?” “T-the E-” I began saying, when an anxious voice called out to me. “Mirabella!” The voice sounded so much like Kaleb. I shook my head, the spell breaking off. I looked up to see my reflection in the mirror. I was back in the bathroom again. I looked behind me, expecting to see Kaleb.

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

I fought so hard to remain stable, but the effect of the drug was stronger than my struggles. Slowly, my eyes shut, pulling me into a world of total blackness. **** I woke up to see myself in the same room I had seen myself the first time. The same young lady walked in with a smile on her face, and a tray of pancakes. It was like everything was slowly coming in replay, like the world had somehow fast-forwarded backwards. "Hey, you're awake." "Get away from me," I threw her a sharp glare that spoke more than my words.

I wanted to shower before, but now I had no desire to leave my room. I forced myself to shower. I dressed up and quickly left the room. I was already halfway to Mildred's room when I heard their discussion about fairies. I felt disgusted hearing them. I did want to hear more before I interrupted them. The shock on her face made her white as a ghost. I thought she was going to pass out again. When I asked her who they were talking about. It was Mildred that drew us out of our staring contest. "Mira was just telling me stories that she was told by her mother when she was little."

You’re mine. And then, everything shifted. The room grew still. The pressure built, thicker and colder. Mira’s grip on my forehead faltered, and Delphine’s chanting turned to frantic whispers. The mirror… It was alive. I couldn’t look away. My reflection, that twisted version of myself, smiled back at me, eyes black, lips curling into that cruel, mocking grin. And I knew, in that instant, that the ritual was already lost. 12 LENA The air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

She couldn't be happier. The next morning, Mira work up smiling as the ray from the sunlight bathed her room with it's brightness, she stood up and stretched her hands, she mindlessly turned to her bedside drawer just like when she was at home back at the human town, bout when she opened the book it was not her affirmative book but a book she took from the library in the pack house and had failed to go through it, her faced dropped in realization of where she was, she was still in the house of the wolves, she chuckled at the irony, a part of them were also human though.

Ada Steele:- With a wild gasp of repulsion, I awoke, my hand darting to my chest where a moment before the dagger had struck through my heart, or rather what had seemed a moment. It felt as though my lungs were burning, my throat was scorched, and I was gazing with wide-open eyes at the gentle morning light pouring in the usual transparent curtains. My heart was beating with great thudding, my bosom heaving up and down under violent gasps of breath, as I gazed around this small, humble room, formerly my own, in the packhouse.

Mingle with the locals I said I will return going to the ladies room in the restroom I brush my teeth straighten my hair out make sure my clothes wasn't wrinkled. I couldn't help but laugh to myself I got him good I took one last look before returning by his side. I see Allen at the Arch where the beautiful flowers with lights making the scenery very romantic as I walk closer I hear just say yes playing in the background I look around and see everyone staring at us I'm now in front of him.

“Esmerelda is not responsible for what happened to Melanie. Nor is she a police officer who is required to investigate what happened. She’s a guest in this house just like the rest of you. I would appreciate your consideration in this matter.” Ignoring the open glowering and snide remarks that were being whispered about me and my association with the very coveted Lance Northrup, I closed my eyes to see if I could get an impression from the house as to what happened. All I could get were the words, ‘The other side of the mirror.’ They made absolutely no sense to me, even though they sounded in my head over and over again. Frustrated and irritated, I walked to the far side of the room, a