I See My Reflection In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

He pleaded in tears as he pushed the mirror into my hands. Why was he giving me a mirror. I was ab out to throw it against the wall, when I caught a glimpse of my reflection and saw my eyes. Pure gold. I was immediately transported back into a differesnt time when I had stood in front of another mirror looking at my gold eyes and blond hair. “Who is that?” I croaked out as I stared at my reflection who had the eyes of a witch. Then suddenly chants. The chants of thousands of people. Old men, mothers, young girls, children all yelling the same thing. “Sun goddess!”

As the air thickens with silence after his words, and I burst into hysterical laughter. “Ok , ok,...you almost got me,” I said to him, just as his eyes shifted to the small creek by my side, as if urging me to look; I turned and crawled towards the small pond, and when I gazed into it, my stomach drops at the sight of my reflection. I stared back at an uncanny silver-metallic hue that glowed like polished steel crystals in my eyes, and dread filled my entire body as I trembled, tracing my glowing eyes and peeking canines with shaking hands.

When her eyes met mine again, a single teardrop slid down her cheek. ”- he’s dying,” those words would become the words that sent me over the edge. I looked around the room, everyone's eyes widened a fraction, when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I understood why. My eyes were glowing, a golden shine with silver orbs were staring back at me- it was new. My eyes found Malia, she was standing behind Amber with a hand on her back. When she saw me, Malia removed her hand, she gulped slightly but remained eye contact.

It was a moment of pure joy, a reminder of the lightheartedness that love could bring. Through the reflection of the mirror, I caught glimpses of our intertwined gazes. His eyes held a spark of mischief, a playful invitation to surrender to the moment. And in that reflection, I saw more than just my physical appearance. I saw a woman who was cherished, a woman whose happiness mattered deeply to the man before her.

It makes it look so splendid. As I walk around the room, I find myself stopping when I stand in front of a mirror. I stare into it with my eyes narrowing at my own figure. In a momentary mood, I did not believe that this is me, so I touch my face and see that my hand is actually doing the same in the reflection. Oh-mi-gosh. This is really me? I really cannot believe it. I look so different from the Anastasia I used to see myself as. My eyes have the brightest glow of showing my amber eyes. It reflects so beautifully and trust me, the mirror as all its curtains closed, so the sun isn't able to reflect inside.

“Lilly, I need you just to claim down, so we can figure this out together, but I need you to calm yourself.” I sit and take deep breaths trying to relax myself not realizing when I see my reflection through the mirror across from me my eyes are glowing green. I'm not sure what the hell is happening. I have never seen my eyes glow this way. I realize then I am different from everyone else. I need to figure out all that I can.

Who still doesn’t know how to stop making them. I catch sight of my reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. My smile is perfect, my eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass. But I can see the faint lines around my eyes from nights when I’ve cried off all my mascara before falling asleep. Nobody else can see that from out there. That’s the point.

Tears rushed to my eyes as I stared at my reflection. I was back.

Dear skies, all I saw in that gaze was Calla's beautiful face. "Do you wish to talk about it, sir?" Shirley cast me those sympathetic look of hers, and the more I remembered Calla's beautiful and gentle gaze. Those eyes of hers always melted me that every time I drowned myself in her gaze, I always wanted to hold her forever. "If you don't mind." Damn it, what's in that afternoon that suddenly got me emotional? Why did I miss her all of a sudden and long for her sweetness and her seductive caress?

"I want you to see what I see." The anti-fog mirror captured every detail with perfect clarity—my parted lips, my desperate eyes, the water droplets trailing down between my breasts. Aiden's large hands gripped my hips, and I watched in the mirror as he slowly pushed inside me, stretching me deliciously. "Oh my God," I moaned, my eyes threatening to flutter closed at the sensation. "Eyes open," he ordered, one hand sliding up to tangle in my wet hair. "Watch us." I couldn't look away if I tried. The mirror reflected everything—his powerful chest behind me, the muscles in his arms flexing with each thrust, the place where our bodies joined. I could see myself taking him, see the pleasure writ