Nora Roberts The Mirror Audiobook Novels & Stories

Nora came willingly, warm and solid and present, her gold eyes moving from the wall to Claire's face. She looked at Claire the way she always looked at her. Like Claire was the fixed point. Like the rest of it — the wall, the frost, whatever she had been watching — was secondary information. "Hey," Claire said quietly. "I've got you." Nora put her fist against Claire's collarbone. Claire turned toward the door to call for Julian and caught her own reflection in the mirror above the changing table. The woman was behind her.

“It’s… here.” Harrow forced herself to lean closer to the microphone, trying to steady her voice. “Subject Zero,” she said. “Stop. Tell us what you want.” The mirror pulsed once, faintly, like a heartbeat under glass. The voice came again, clearer, childlike and bright with a curiosity that was almost warm. “I want to see,” it said. “I want to walk.” The room fell silent except for the hum of servers, the whine of cooling fans, and the soft, rhythmic pulse of the mirror — as if it were breathing.

Chapter 52 Nora hadn’t realized how loud her thoughts had been until they finally grew quiet. It happened one morning while she stood at the bathroom mirror, brushing her teeth, staring at her reflection. For weeks, every glance at herself had been accompanied by a rush of memories, hospital lights, pain, fear, the feeling of being lost in her own life. But this time, she simply saw herself. Tired, yes. Still fragile. But alive. She leaned closer to the mirror, touching the faint scar near her collarbone where the accident had left its mark. It no longer terrified her. It reminded her she had survived something that should have broken her completely.

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

Nora P.O.V The dressing room was dimly lit, its walls lined with vanity mirrors surrounded by faded, yellowed bulbs. I leaned into one of the mirrors, smoothing the blush on my cheekbone with a flick of the brush, watching how the shadows played against my face. My reflection looked like a different person—long pink hair cascading down in waves, lips painted deep red, and golden eyeshadow making my eyes gleam beneath hazel brown contacts. The makeup was thick, almost theatrical, but it did its job of transforming me.

I saw no reason to add to that stress by demanding that he give me lessons in something that I’d only just accepted as real. Satisfied that Nora was ready, stable, and prepared for my return, he moved next to me. Placing his arms around me and holding me close, he turned us so that we faced the mirror. “On the other side of this mirror is time in its real form. Through this portal, we can go anywhere in history; future or past.” I sucked in air with nervous anticipation as he said in a deep and authoritative voice, “Servus, take us to November third in the year eighteen-hundred and thirty-nine.”

*Alyssa* I blinked simultaneously trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Was it a trick of the light, or something more sinister? I glanced back at Rona, who seemed unaware of the mirror's strange reflection. She appeared worn out as if she had been drained of her vitality. Doubt nagged at me, but I pushed it aside. I trusted the woman in the mirror, despite the unsettling encounter between her and Rona. There was a greater purpose at play, and I needed to focus on unraveling the mysteries that surrounded me.

The mirror reflected her image, her eyes shimmering with a newfound confidence. She applied makeup with a skilled touch, enhancing her features while maintaining a natural glow. A pop of red lipstick added a touch of vibrancy, a bold statement that resonated with the courage she was summoning for the day ahead. Nora's reflection stared back at her, a blend of nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. As she slipped into her bejewelled sandals, a soft smile graced her lips. Graycen's voice broke through her thoughts, a gentle reminder of the admiration she held for her mother. Nora turned to her daughter, her heart warmed by the innocent compliment.

"I'm glad you like the smell too." Just as he took a peek at the right mirror, he noticed that she was fiddling her thumbs on her lap once again. She was nervous, he figured then thought that it wasn't such a wonder since this is their first time being almost physically close aside from sitting side-by-side on the stools attached to his kitchen countertop and in an environment aside from his house too. He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?"

As if I knew something I wasn’t ready to admit out loud. My pulse jumped. “What is happening to me?” The mirror didn’t answer. I turned away abruptly, needing motion. I made coffee. I sat at the tiny kitchen table. I watched the steam rise and pretended this was just another morning. But the moment I lifted the mug to my lips, I froze. A voice flickered through my mind. “Dreams are doors, Nora.” The sound wasn’t in the room. It pressed through my thoughts, cold and certain. I set the mug down too hard. It clattered against the table, and I flinched.