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?

Michal’s hand found mine and tightened, a warning and a tether. The phone rang again. And again. It stopped on the seventh chime. Silence, huge and waiting. Then the intercom crackled dead system, no power, and yet a voice slid through the speakers like cold over skin. This time there was no mimicry to it, no tape. It didn’t need one. “Hello, Trators,” Nora said, warm as a grave. “Shall we begin?”

“I fought for this place. I loved it. But Nimara was locked away for a reason. You saw what happened when I tapped into her.” “She didn’t possess you,” Auren argued. “She was you.” “She still is.” The Mirror Woman crawled across shattered glass Her form flickered, Kael was no longer speaking. He was… waiting And that terrified her more, Because silence meant certainty, And when Kael was certain, blood flowed. She came to a cliff of memory, An edge above a sea made from Liora’s childhood, And in its depths, she saw the girl again Tiny. Wild. Untouched by betrayal. “You’re going to kill her,” she whispered to the empty sky.

I laugh hard enough that I miss my own line and have to start again. The city peels away behind us in bright fragments. Highway signs replace building fronts. The further we get from Ravenscroft, the lighter my chest feels. “Admit it,” Nora says between songs. “You needed this more than you needed another night of being emotionally responsible.” “I admit nothing.” “You admit everything. Your shoulders just dropped about two inches.” She is not wrong. I catch my reflection in the side mirror and barely recognize the expression. I lean my head against the seat and watch the trees start to thicken along the road.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.