Novel & Cerita Nora Roberts The Mirror Audiobook

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?"

Without thinking, Noah grabbed the heavy candlestick from the fireplace. He threw him against the mirror with all his strength. A swelling bang. Glass exploded. Liam screamed. Nora started crying. The mirror burst into a thousand pieces. And he cried with Eren. Not before pain. From anger. The light in the house flickered. All the shards on the ground trembled. But in the biggest piece I saw him. Just his eye. Amber colors. He stared at Noah. And whispered: “You chose me again.” Then the mirror image was lost.

Miranda's gaze remains fixed on Nora, her eyes narrowing in a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. The silence stretches between them, punctuated only by the faint sounds of footsteps fading away as the cops escort David Nashville out of the mansion. With a sense of urgency, Miranda strides towards Nora, her grip on her arm tightening in frustration. She leans in, her voice laced with irritation as she confronts her, "Who do you think you are? You believe you have the right to come here and arrest anyone you please?"

“Goodnight, Mum.” The door closed. Silence. Nora waited a few seconds. Then slowly dropped the book. “…That was close.” She turned back to the mirror. Looked at herself again. This time, longer. More serious. Then— She tilted her head slightly. “Miss attention seeker,” she murmured. A small smile played on her lips. “…Let’s see how far you go.” She switched off the light. But even in the dark— Her mind was still wide awake.

In a worst-case scenario, we would go down with all the haunts! The haunts could feel it too; the air was thick with our grit and guts. The haunts were indecisive, hovering in the air, until I flashed the gold coins in my account again with a flick of my wrist. Their eyes blazed like torches. They transformed from ice-cold killers to groveling sidekicks in a heartbeat. I was speechless. The haunts let out a beastly howl, and a whole horde of haunts came rushing in, then zipped off through a space crack.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

“You’re going to end up alone. Just like her. You almost killed a patient.” My phone slipped from my hand, clattering on the floor. My skin crawled. I scratched my wrist, trying to calm myself, trying to breathe. “Dr. Ford…” I looked toward the mirror. And she was there. Nora. Standing behind my reflection, smirking. I didn’t think, I just reacted. I slammed my hand against the mirror, glass shard under my palm. “NORA!” I scowled. “Miriam,” I turned. She stood at the door.