Nora Roberts The Mirror Audiobook Novels & Stories

​The bridge of the Respiration felt colder than the vacuum of the Far Rim. It wasn't a physical drop in temperature, but a Thermal Sink of the Soul. Nora stood perfectly still, her eyes locked on the floor. Her shadow—that dark, two-dimensional companion that should have followed her every move—remained anchored to the spot where she had stood when the Archive detonated. ​It didn't mimic her posture. It stood tall, leaning on a phantom pulse-cane, its head tilted as if listening to a song only the dead could hear.

Ryan asked nervously, his eyes darting to Anna. “No,” Anna said, her voice barely audible. She remembered the book’s warning: Do not look away from your reflection. Slowly, she turned her gaze back to the cracked mirror. The tapping grew louder. From the fractured surface, a hand pressed against the glass, pale and skeletal, its fingers scraping down the cracks. mirror. The tapping grew louder. From the fractured surface, a hand pressed against the glass, pale and skeletal, its fingers scraping down the cracks. “Everyone, back away,” Logan said, his voice low and commanding.

I had been surrounded by too much weirdness ever since I became an archaeologist and I wanted nothing more of it. “I’m fine. Everything’s going to be fine. That mirror is gone now,” I reassured myself as I made my way into the kitchen. ***** Eight hours later, my optimism disappeared. “Stop it. Stop it!” I shouted as I threw the paintbrush against the wall, fed up with the faint female echo in my ears. I had hoped that everything in my normal life would return. I didn’t expect that the mirror would still hunt me by using a disembodied voice, making sure I’d be uncomfortable for the rest of the day since its departure from my bedroom.

‘Who was the woman in the elevator? Was that me? I never thought I could be so… wild, and shameless, and carefree… But with Leo is impossible for me to be otherwise… I can’t deny him my body… I can’t stop this yearning I feel whenever he’s close… I am his lover, after all… This is why I’m doing this, right?’ Norah was looking at her reflection in the mirror. ‘I’m yours, Leo… For as long as you want me.’

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

"Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering. "Mira, nice name...are u a fresher? He asked looking me over from head to toe. "Of course, I'm even going to the auditorium for my last clearance. "Ohh, thought as much with the files on your hands, I'm walking towards that side. "Alright" I said clutching the files was holding on my chest as I caught him staring at my breasts. "Hope you don't mind me showing you around later, anytime you are chanced?

Alice, Nora's best friend, called out as she slipped on her shoes. "Just a minute," Nora replied, studying herself in the mirror one last time. "Why are you so obsessed with your reflection lately?" Alice asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "I've finally moved on from Austin's betrayal, and I want to be happy now," Nora said, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You've said that multiple times since you moved out of your parents' house, swearing you don't want to see the faces of those who hurt you," Alice teased, causing Nora to roll her eyes.

“Because I remember who I am. My memories. My scars. My love. They're mine. Not yours!” The mirror shuddered. The altar groaned. The sky outside roared with thunder. And then— A pulse surged through the room. The candles went out. Silence. Until the mirror—tall, glistening, ancient—began to move. It wasn’t cracking anymore. It was beating. Like a heart. Like it was alive. The altar mirror throbbed like a living organ—rhythmic, slow, deliberate. A voice echoed from within the glass, not Alika’s, not mine, not Ruby’s:

Assuming it was a passing nurse, she paid it little mind. However, after half an hour, the footsteps still lingered outside her door. Meanwhile, Alex leaned against the wall, tilting his head back to rest against it. In the dimly lit corridor, he stood where the light didn't reach, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, there was a soft sound of footsteps. His fingers twitched instinctively, and he glanced toward the door, which remained closed. "Sir," a gentle voice broke the silence, the night-shift nurse speaking softly, "you're still up. Are you not feeling well?"

“The locals used to say time has rules, but the mountains don’t. Step wrong, and you might walk out decades earlier or never at all.” Grayson smirked. “That’s comforting.” They ate in uneasy silence, the fire casting long shadows against the train car’s walls. Outside, the mist had thickened, carrying faint whispers that could’ve been wind or something else entirely. When Nora lay down to rest, she dreamt of mirrors. In the dream, she stood before an endless field of glass. Each reflection showed a version of her, younger, older, broken, laughing. Some were human; others had eyes like molten gold, skin glowing with the Rift’s mark.