Mirror Man Chapter 8 Novels & Stories

MIRA'S POV:- I opened my eyes again and found myself lying on a bed that felt very familiar. As I looked up, my eyes met with two ocean blue eyes that were staring at me with hope shining brightly in those eyes. I gasped loudly as I tried to back away. "Hey, hey, hey! Honey Bunch! Calm down. I am not going to hurt you. Look at me. Look into my eyes. You know me." A raspy and deep voice reached my eyes. He was talking to me and hearing his soothing voice, I felt a little better.

Henry’s face was twisted in anger, and he was about to raise his hand again. In a split second, an arm blocked in front of her. Adorning the man’s cuff was a sapphire button, and his slender, elegant fingers revealed faint blue veins beneath the thin skin. Alex extended his hand in front of Candice, his sharp gaze fixed on Henry's face. Alex was taller than Henry, and his casual gaze carried a strong sense of pressure. His voice, with a compelling tone, cut through. "Mr. Renault, do you have a penchant for violence that needs correcting?"

No one was in the living room, not even Annie. In Aliana's room, the laughter died down as her reflection in the mirror glared back at her, dark and dangerous. Her lips quivered slightly, the reality of her words lingering in the air. Slowly, her manic grin faded, replaced by something harder, colder. She pressed her hands flat on the vanity, leaning forward as if speaking directly to her reflection. "Mirabel won’t stop," she muttered, her voice quieter now but no less fierce. "But neither will I."

His golden eyes locked onto mine. "What exactly are you?" End of Chapter 8

I climbed into bed and started drifting asleep. I could feel the chills crawling up my spine as I walked around the room; it was the attic again. I saw a man with a little girl come up to the mirror, and I remembered something... "daddy took me up here, and I never came down," it was the ghost girl! But she was alive; I watched the two of them playing together. They were talking about different things and playing with some of the old stuff that was up here. The girl ran across the room, and her father followed, but he stopped in front of the mirror. I stood close enough to see the look in his eyes change from a vibrant green to blood red within a matter of seconds. The man had an evil glare;

So, I’ll just hire someone to clean my apartment. My body stiffened when I passed the mirror, there was something strange there, and it made me shudder a little. I timidly turned my head while swallowing my saliva. A red-figure stood next to the mirror with a terrible smile. That person is not my imagination. He’s real and is writing something in the mirror. “I will kill you.” I sank deep to the edge of the bed. Again this happened and made my neck like choking. I even felt like I couldn’t breathe. How can I call the two men who are on guard outside? How can I ask for help?

His face hardened at the memory of what this face did to him , he shut his eyes tight and tried to divert his thoughts. The room was pitch dark, suddenly a dim light turned on, beneath the light was a long mirror, Mahira saw herself in the mirror, but the reflection in the mirror appeared to have pale white skin , she was covered with blood all over, she opened her mouth to speak but was silent, then her eyes look at her and turned evil black as she lifts both her hand, to her horror Mahira sees the reflection holding a knife in one hand and a male doll in another, she lifts the knife and slashes the neck of the doll in one ruthless strike, then the reflection begins to cry.. Mahira calls ou

“Yeah? Then why’s the mirror pulsing like that?” The mirror. Had it reacted to her leaving? Maren crouched low, slipping into a shadowed crevice on the left. The hallway opened up ahead into a chamber, and three of the guys were gathered around what looked like a floating orb. One had spiky silver hair, another had bark-like skin, and the third — the one who’d smirked at her earlier — stood with his arms crossed, watching the orb like it was an annoying riddle. “It’s linked to her,” Silver Hair muttered. “The mirror reacts when she does something extreme.”

After hearing the full story from my cousin, Franklin, I sat by the ocean, watching the sunset. At last, the revenge drama I had orchestrated had reached its final act. Now, it was time to turn the page and begin a new chapter.

My chest tightens for no reason, just a pang of envy. The mirror flashes forward, skipping over years, showing heartbreak. Elara clutching a letter, tears streaming as she learns of Chelsea’s death. The rage, the pain, the grief that she swore would never be quenched. And there it is—the seed of what drove her to my manor. Then the mirror jumps again, showing her stepping into the Manor as a concubine. Her eyes meet mine in a memory that feels almost real. I see her smile at me—genuine, friendly, kind. I feel a small sting in my chest.