La Otra Mirada Novels & Stories

"A mirror." "Where the fuck are we?" Mia said in confusion. "Wonderland––No. Maybe horrorland." Jeff replied, gaze moving back and forth on his dozens of reflection that graced both sides of the glass walls. It was amazing and at the same time terrifying. Seeing so many of yourself. "What do you think is this place?" Luna looked over to Salvador. He was a writer. Writers always have explicit knowledge's. "I don't–know." The numbers of eyes on him made him slightly uncomfortable. "But I don't feel good about it."

She was a ghost in her own life, a broken thing they were tasked with mending. But her mind was not mending. It was shattering. She spent hours staring at the canopy of the bed, tracing the patterns with her eyes until they swam and danced. She heard whispers in the crackling fire, saw Luciano's face in the wood grain of the floorboards. Sometimes she would laugh, a dry, rattling sound that had no mirth. Other times, she would weep for hours, her tears soaking the pillow until it was damp and cold. She was untethered, floating in a sea of grief and madness, with no shore in sight.

A wife suffering in silence is fine. But a mistress getting pregnant? That is unacceptable. That is an insult. That is something that cannot be allowed. And that is what made me do this. I dig my fingers into my scalp, my breaths coming out in ragged sobs. She ruined everything. She turned Raghav against me. And now, I've lost him forever. No. No, I won't accept that. I can't accept that. My tears stop. I stand up slowly, wiping the last of my tears as my breathing evens out. My reflection in the mirror catches my eye, and for the first time in my life, I see myself clearly.

The cave was dark, and the sound of trickling water echoed from within. "We're going in," Siron said. They turned on their flashlights and entered one by one. The cave was narrow at first, then widened into a large chamber with a ceiling of stalactites. In the center of the room stood a large mirror with an old silver frame, perched atop a stone pedestal. The mirror didn't reflect them, but showed shifting images, beautiful landscapes, faces of loved ones, treasures. "The Mirror of Desires," Stefan whispered. Siron drew near. In the mirror, he saw a vision of another self, becoming a respected leader, with Morat and Lyra in full physical form beside him, and Kit...

The moment we walked in, I saw Gabriel and Lindsey. Lindsey was holding his arm and greeting people with a bright smile, while Gabriel stood with a polite smile. However, his eyes were empty until he saw me. For a split second, his eyes lit up before they dimmed again. Noticing something, Lindsey looked up at him. He whispered something, and she nodded with a smile, but the smile was clearly stiff. I turned my gaze away and walked with Felix toward the other side of the room. We brushed past him, and I didn’t look back. However, I could feel his eyes following me.

"You're living off your wife, yet you still have the nerve to play the victim? Get the hell out of Jovelle already!" Vincent likely never imagined that the parasite in his eyes—the one he thought only knew how to cook and do laundry—could possess such sharp, lethal methods. With a single post, I had cut off every last one of his escape routes. The tide had turned, and just as I was preparing to shut down my computer and enjoy my victory, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number. "Let's talk, Helena. For old time's sake, what will it take for you to spare me?"

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

I didn't even know when I took off running. I ran far away from the pack's hospital, shifting immediately I left the border. I just kept running, far far into the trees of Adirondack. I stopped when I came in contact with another Wolf. Compared to my huge black wolf, this wolf was pure white. Just as it sensed my presence, it looked at me and I saw the bluest eyes I had ever seen in all my years of being alive. I stared at her again and that's when I knew. I didn't just smell her, I felt her in every part of my body. My mate. My Luna. I moved closer to her and I could feel my fur burning with the heat eluding from her wolf. "Who are you?" My wolf questioned her. In wolf form I could only com

Mira said Ethan looked around and saw miras huge mirror so he grabbed her hand and pulled her up . They walked towards the mirror holding hands. "Now stare at yourself"he said and Mira looked in the mirror she didn't know what he was pointing at but she just looked. "What am I looking at here ?"Mira asked "What do you see?"he asked her "I see me and you Ethan "Mira said "No Mira "Ethan said and brought his lips close to her neck "Do you know what I see ?'he whispered "No "Mira whispered softly " I see a slim thick, curved beautiful,caring ,light skinned hot lady "he said

It startled me and made me turn in a panic to find its source. It wasn't in view. I managed to look at all three mirrors. Each had a different version of me. In the first mirror, I had a strange glow in my eyes yet I seemed unconscious to everything around me, almost like I wasn't from this world, why? The second mirror scared me. It kept fluctuating between my dead body and being held in as Avery’s prisoner. The last mirror was me beside the Lycan as his Luna. I still managed to scoff. That would never happen, no way would I ever consider him my mate if I survived this.