I See My Reflection In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

) we both chuckle at her comment. ( Stand in front of your mirror if you have one ) I get up and do as I’m told, I notice my eyes are now glowing Silver { you look beautiful, I’m happy to see that you’re unharmed and healthy my love } then in my mind I began to see an image forming and take shape and I could see him in my mind and he smiled at me [ there you are my King ] { right here waiting for my Queen } ( okay guys, times up I can feel someone approaching ) the Silver disappears from my eye and I dry the stray tears that are rolling down my cheeks from seeing my mate that I’m missing like crazy.

Perhaps I am better this way. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red to the point where I felt like they would start shedding tears of blood. The stains of tears were visible on my cheeks and my nose was red from sniffing so much. I was a mess and this is how my life is.

I have looked at myself enough times in the mirror to know that I always looked tired and exhausted of everything. Now, my eyes were empty. I didn’t like them. I leaned closer to my reflection, trying different facial expressions. My eyes still refused to give anything away. My heart dropped down to my stomach as I watched my reflection opened her mouth. I brought my hand up to my lips and gasped as my reflection didn’t do the same. All of a sudden, I was disconnected from the lady in the mirror who looked like me but wasn’t me. “Thea,” she called. “Make the right choices.”

The reflection catches in the glass, catches with the rain, with the rain, with the storm. I see my own eyes, and the intensity of the glow surprises me. The intensity of the glow terrifies me. The intensity of the glow is everything. It is. It is. I don’t look away. I watch. I see. I know. It is raw and painful and bright and unbearably human. I don’t look away. I don’t. I don’t.

CHAPTER 179 — THE REFLECTION OF TRUTH MAYA POV Liam’s hand caught my arm before I could touch the mirror. “Don’t,” he said. But my eyes wouldn’t move away from it. The reflection didn’t blink. It just stared back at me with that calm, cold look—the same one Brandy wore when she lied. Behind us, the air hummed. The other mirrors were starting to shimmer too. Each one showed a different me. One smiling. One crying. One bleeding. One standing over Liam’s body.

Because I didn’t know anymore— if he was still inside me. Or if he was already gone. And then her eyes filled with tears. Not from fear. But from something far worse. Recognition. > “I’ve seen you before,” she said slowly. “You’re the man from the mirror.” I didn’t move. Because she was right. And somewhere in the mirror behind her, a second reflection began to form— one that smiled before I did.

I blinked hard. This time, I stared. And I wasn’t blinking; I didn’t see myself blinking in the reflection. I saw her.

“Soon, baby… you won’t need me to appear at all.” And when I looked in the mirror again — I believed him. Because my reflection didn’t move when I did. ⸻

He added in a trembling voice and proceeded to punch his still body in the chest, his hand passing through. Scared he pulled out his right hand, turning it over, again and again, to stare at it. It was transparent like he was fading away. He brought his left hand up and checked it to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was just the same, he could see the tiled floor. “ Don’t play this trick on me, Marco.” He warned his dead body angrily and decided to pull him up by his collar. His hands passed through once again. “ No! No!.” He whispered, the tears running down his cheeks as he withdrew his hands. “ It can't be.” He muttered in disbelief.

well, myself. I stare at our reflections. Harlan's palm completely encompasses my jaw, his grip tense and commanding. His chin rests at my temple. My eyes meet in the mirror, and I feel a surge of lust. Absentmindedly, I squirm beneath him, my gaze never leaving his through the reflection of the mirror. My eyes plead with him, beg for his touch.