House Of Mirrors Haunting Adeline นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The mirror room had been designed to project calm—a clean, symmetrical space with soft lighting and seamless glass meant to promote introspection. But tonight, it felt more like a maze of grief. Every wall reflected a different version of Isabella and Adrian: fractured, weary, straining beneath the weight of what they could no longer unsee or undo.

"If anything, it makes things simpler." "Simpler how?" "Now you don't have any reason to stay married to me." Adeline's face crumpled. "You're a monster." She pushed past me and went to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came back downstairs and left with the police officers. After they were gone, I went back upstairs to Rebecca. She was sitting up in bed, looking worried. "I heard voices," she said. "What happened?" "Adeline's mother is dead," I said.

Placing it at the edge of the bedroom, positioned in a way that if one were to walk in, the first thing they noticed was the mirror. There was no way I was leaving this haunted house, I reminded myself. Whosoever this Ryder O'Connell was, I would love to see him. The rest of the day waltzed slowly by until dusk arrived. I was wearing a cotton gown, my hair was styled in a messy bun while I stood before the mirror. I hadn't received any of Ryder's letters and I began to wonder if I was hallucinating afterall the house itself was haunted. I was still standing before the mirror three hours later. "Mylar, you're crazy for believing the words of a ghost," I smirked at my reflection as I inhaled s

She looked like she hadn't slept in days— not surprising, considering everything she’d been through. Adeline's death had changed her. The gentle healer who had once shied away from conflict was still there, somewhere, but now there was an edge to her, a steeliness that hadn't been there before. "You wanted to see me?" she asked, her voice flat and tired. "Yes, sit down. You need to see this." I gestured to the pile of texts spread out before me, my mind still racing from what I'd uncovered. Mirabelle hesitated, her body stiff as if she were bracing herself for bad news. Finally, she stepped into the room and pulled up a chair, sitting across from me. Her gaze flicked briefly to the open book

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."

No wonder he looked so disgusted. Adeline hurriedly went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and entered the washroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, Adeline even began to dislike himself. His hair was a bit messy, and his spotlessly white clothes were full of wood chips and mud stains. This was the first time she had looked like this in her entire life. She saw that the bathtub had been filled with water, which was covered with a layer of rose petals. The hot air slowly rose up from the petals, which made her feel like she was in a fog in the rain.

Adeleine’s POV The room was dim, shadows clinging to the corners like silent witnesses. I sat before the ornate mirror, staring at the reflection that barely resembled the girl I once knew. The dress they had forced me into was a thing of seduction—red silk hugging every curve, a daring slit running up my thigh, lace tracing the swell of my legs. Too revealing. Too deliberate. Too much for the part of me that still remembered dignity. I ran a trembling hand over my arm and noticed the faint purples and blues of old bruises, the faintest lines of scars, a map of all the pain I had endured. Even with makeup layered thick, even with the harsh lights, the truth of me peeked through.

Emily’s eyes moved on the camera as well but she didn’t express anything. “Linda, don’t shout, you’re making it hard for Emily to survive with you.” I said. “You’re enjoying this right? Just remember, if anything happens to me, my son will destroy you and that bastard.” Linda screamed. “I am sorry, Linda but your son can’t do anything now or ever.” I said and suddenly the two sided mirror became transparent and now, she could see me. Her eyes turned dark and she marched towards the glass. “I am going to kill you, Adeline Greyson.” She scratched the glass ended up hurting herself.

She continued staring and Adele stared back with an air of arrogance. "Are you going to stand there and stare the whole day? I know you never wanted this marriage in the first place and that's why am bringing you a good offer, then I'll take your silence as a yes." She stood from the couch ready to take her steps to leave the room and prepare her self to look more like Adaline, that is, wearing a wig with a dark color to make it look like Adaline's hair and a dark contact lenses to change her brown eyes to look like Adaline's eyes and everything is done, the only thing that would be left was to play dumb and act like a living dead just like Adaline. If there was anything to differentiate the

I sighed a few times while looking at myself in the full-body mirror, which is inside our room. I turned around to see if the clothes I was wearing could fit perfectly on my body. This is the last moment I will see this face every time I am in front of the mirror. A few more days, and it will be completely replaced by my real face. My old appearance is coming back. Whether I admit it or not, I'm also already used to this look. While staying at the mansion, being Adeline was also enjoyable and quite challenging for me.