In Every Mirror She's Black Novels & Stories

Alessa stared at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the black blazer over her sleek dress. The fabric hugged her in all the right places, commanding attention without asking for it. Her hair was pulled back tightly, and her dark sunglasses masked the storm brewing in her eyes. She looked every bit the lethal, unshakable woman she had become, but inside, a familiar ache throbbed—a mixture of betrayal, anger, and grief.

The last one… was Elara. Mira stepped forward, and the reflection moved with her. “You’re not me,” she said. The Elara-mirror smirked. “No. I’m what’s left of who you tried to bury.” Mira clenched her fists. “I buried her for a reason.” “She’s not gone,” the reflection said. “You absorbed her. You wear her bones.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked—from the inside. Black static spilled out. And Mira woke up screaming. Carl was at her side in seconds. “What is it?”

she inquired still looking at my reflection on the mirror "i don't know, i guess i thought you came to fulfill your promise of giving me a week of non stop sex" i said doing my best not to add emotions to it. she swallowed hard and i watched her ,lost her balance at my words, the mirror dropped and she quickly picked it to see if it was broken i felt for her even tjough i knew that the mirror was unbreakable she looked at the mirror and saw my reflection in it , i made sure to give her a

“I know you can hear me. Stop ignoring me, you idiot. Zane! You know I’m right. I’m always right.” I kept my mouth shut and ran the comb through my wet hair. I checked my reflection and made sure my face stayed stern. Suddenly the mirror version of me changed. The eyes turned pitch black and the voice came straight out of my own mouth. “You realize I can hurt you in many ways possible.” I breathed out slowly and said, “I am not in the mood.” A sharp headache slammed into my skull. I winced and grabbed the edge of the sink. In the mirror that dark hand with a sharp black nail grew out and touched my cheek. The reflection smiled. “I can put you in it.”

CHAPTER 2: RAVEN'S POV: The mirror in my Brooklyn apartment bathroom is cracked in the top left corner, been that way since I moved in three years ago, I never bothered fixing it because it matches the rest of me. I stare at my reflection under the harsh bulb light, face half shadowed already, and feel the emptiness settle like an old habit. Tonight's not about beauty only, it's about bait. About becoming the kind of woman Damien Blackwood can't resist bidding on.

“We will fight! We will not let them win. But I can not fight without you. You are so powerful. We are an Alpha’s daughter, for god’s sake! You just need to learn to fight for yourself. Without you I am absolutely powerless.” “Then you better hide too.” she whispered, fading away in the darkness. For her, this broken mirror was like a reflection of our soul. For her, the nightmare still went on, attacking her every day, every moment. Having other people’s gaze on her made her feel like she was surrounded by killers. Like thousands of daggers were about to be showered on her the moment she let anybody come close.

What she saw couldn’t describe her shock. Silver hair. Violet eyes. Pale skin. The woman before the mirror looked young, beautiful and most of all— alluring. Was this really a mirror? “Who is this?” “That’s you, my lady” “No. I mean. This is not me.” “That a mirror. You’re looking at yourself.” Evy grabs the mirror and looked carefully at the reflection. She pinched her cheeks and the reflection did the same. She went to check the color of her hair and was surprised to see silver instead of her original black ones.

Even though I can't see her but I know she was not watching the show and her gaze is fixed on me only. "Dude are you possessed?" Hredhaan asked making me shocked. "What? Possessed?" "Yeah, you keep glancing on that black mirror and are smiling like a fool. Which sane person will do that?" Of course, they will think like that after all the mirror is see-through from only one side. "It's a see-through mirror from one side. I need to assure her that I am fine." I cleared his confusion looking at the black glass beside me. "Chubby Cheeks?" Arjun enquired.

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

“I’m not here to win, Sarah. I’m here to take back what has always been mine.” Sarah’s gaze shifted to the mirror hanging on the wall. Her face contorted with fury as she drew back her fist and slammed it into the glass. The mirror cracked, fractures spreading across the surface like spider webs. Blood welled on her knuckles where glass had cut skin. I looked at the mirror, seeing my own reflection broken into pieces. Fragmented versions of myself staring back from different angles. Sarah’s voice came out low, dangerous. “That reflection… broken into pieces… that’s how you’ll end in this war.”