In Every Mirror She's Black Novels & Stories

Hands open. Breath shallow. Eyes on the shimmer where the center stone split fully and revealed its core. Not light. Not glyph. But something simple. A mirror. Rough. Burnished. And in it I saw everyone of us. Not as we were. As we had chosen to be seen. And behind us Every thread we never tied. Every name we used as shield. Every silence we called sacred and never questioned. And the mirror said nothing. But it reflected everything. And I didn’t look away.

She has not felt like she owed anyone a sincere and deep conversation about what was going on with her, not since when Brooklyn stopped caring and eventually betrayed her. She moved her eyes towards the desk and then walked to it, sitting on the chair gently. She opened the drawer and took out a book mirror. It was one of those items she had taken along with her when she left home, but only because it was gifted to her by her father. Placing the mirror to sit in front of her, she stared into her reflection and inhaled deeply. So much has changed about her and she knows it. She put her hand under the top she wore and pulled it off, revealing only her bralette and skin. She stared at the mirro

Chapter Twelve Not alone Elena Tears stung my eyes as I stood before the silvery mirror in my room, starring at my reflection. My beautiful black hair was messy and discolored. My bright gray eyes were dull, and my lips, which always held a charming smile, now held a permeant frown. I could barely recognize myself.

“I’m not trying to be selfish. I’m just… I’m tired, Leonard.” She turned fully now, facing me even though her eyes couldn’t see mine. “Do you know what it feels like to live in blackness? Every second? Every day?” Her voice shook harder. “I can’t see where the sun rises. I don’t know when the sky changes colors. I can’t look in the mirror. I don’t even remember what my face looks like anymore.” Her breath hitched, and suddenly, the dam broke. “I can’t put on my own shoes without fumbling. I bump into walls. I trip over rugs. I walk into silence and I don’t know if someone is in the room watching me.

Keeping me safe in a world that doesn’t care whether I live or die. And I… I don’t know why, but I let him. I obey without question. I let out a shaky breath and laugh, but it’s not the kind of laugh you hear from someone amused. It’s bitter. Hollow. I look at my reflection in the cracked mirror across the room, at the strands of my hair falling over my shoulders. It's longer than they used to be. Now black, but they’ve been the source of too much attention, and he’s right; too many men have looked at me with hunger, with something darker in their eyes.

Deep down she knew exactly why she was doing it. At 1:45 a.m. she lay naked on top of her covers, legs slightly spread, lamp on low. Waiting like a desperate slut for her own mirror to come alive. This time the glow started earlier. The mirror shimmered, and there she was again — the other Elena on all fours, face pressed against the glass like she was begging to be let through. Two shadows stood behind her. Their cocks were huge, thick and veined, almost inhuman. One pushed into her mouth while the other slammed balls-deep into her dripping cunt from behind. The reflection shook with every brutal thrust.

She washed her face carefully to avoid ruining her makeup, then stared at her reflection in the large mirror framed by elegant lights. The woman in the mirror looked flawless. Her silver gown shimmered, her eye makeup remained sharp, and her chin was tilted with pride. Yet, Sheina could see the tiny cracks in her eyes—a flash of fear she hoped no one else would notice. She took a nude lipstick from her small clutch and reapplied it, attempting to restore the porcelain mask that had almost shattered.

She needs to be at her best. Facing the mirror, she intently stares at her reflection. She need the heartless woman she had mastered to be all these years. It's too late to turn away. Slipping out of her dress, a black string triangle top and low-rise bikini bottom came into view. She looks ravishing in its simplicity. Though her outfit is quite conventional compared with everyone, she would steal every man's interest. Needless to say, she glimmers at the contrast of color she is wearing. The black fabric against her pearly white flawless skin.

she mumbled and stood up from where she was seated. She looked out of her window and saw that the darkness was overcoming the lights. She dressed up in an all-black outfit and stared into the mirror. "Moonstone, here I come"

She ran out and came back with clothes in her hands. She placed them on the bed, "Get dressed, I'll be right back." She went out again. I dressed up in a men's T-shirt which nearly crossed my knees. Standing in the mirror, I looked like some painting in a museum. The rainbow colors are designed in the middle and a ship beneath it. "Hey beauty, come take some tea, and drugs," Patricia dropped them on a table in the room, "Did you watch yourself in that glass?" "Yes, why not, it's a mirror, perhaps. Just that, mirrors aren't usually black."