Nora Roberts The Mirror Audiobook Novels & Stories

The intense pain causes her to retch a few times and then finally hurl pure bile, seeing as she hadn’t ate the whole day there was barely anything to empty except for acid. At her reflection, she frowns and uses the soap to wash her face and rinse her mouth in the beautiful heart shaped ceramic sink. The elongated mirror; reflects the disdain on her face at her current situation. She stares into the light brown eyes with a sigh for a few seconds. ‘Is this better than when we were with Amanda?’ She wonders as she bites her lower lip to prevent it from quivering. There’s a knock at the door. Nora didn’t have enough strength to walk all the way back to open it so she simply stood at her spot, s

“Talk.” “I… I’m Nora,” she said, trying to steady her breath. “I’m a nurse at West End Clinic, in the city.” Her gaze flicked to my hands, like she wasn’t sure if she should keep going. “Sometimes I see things before they happen. I don’t control it. It just—hits.” She swallowed. “I saw a girl. Silver eyes with a thread of violet. Dark hair. Hurt. Badly. I heard someone call her Amelia.”

Enough food for twenty people even though it's just the three of us. Nora sits between Mira and me, her hair still damp from her shower, wearing one of her favorite pink sweaters. She looks more like herself now, though still too thin, still haunted around the eyes. She eats slowly, savoring each bite like she can't believe it's real. "Nora," I say after we've been eating for a while. "We need to talk about something." She looks up, wariness in her eyes. "Okay." Mira reaches over and takes her hand. "It's about Anthony. Your lecturer."

“I put a cloth over the mirror, but the next morning the cloth was on the floor. The mirror was shining on its own. “Then names started appearing slowly on its surface— Arya, Aman, Karan… And at the bottom—Meera.” Someone in the audience whispered, trembling, “So… that mirror is the same one connected to the register?” Meera’s eyes filled with tears. “Yes. The register is actually the other side of that mirror. Professor Raghavan was trying to close it. But when he started the ‘Session of Voices,’ the door opened even wider.” Suddenly, a heavy voice echoed in the hall—the same cold voice they had heard before:

Not really. Reflections. Dozens. Children. Adults. Old people. All with gray eyes. Everyone looked up to them, although they should be only mirror images. Lena whispered: “Oh no.” One of the mirror images came closer. A little boy. Noah. Noah He slowly lifted his hand against the water surface. Mara knelt right away. ‘Noah?’ The mirror image smiled sadly. Then Nora appeared next to him. Nora “She comes.” Her voice didn't come out of the room.

In the east wing of Ice Castle, Nora stood before her large mirror, adjusting her garments while her maids stood beside her, heads facing down. Nora’s sharp ears heard some murmuring noise behind her, and she eyed the mirror. Her maids gossiped and chuckled at each other without realising Nora was watching them through the mirror. "What’s so amusing?" Nora asked them with an evil smile on her lips, "Am I not qualified to get involved in your amusements?" She asked them without turning back while attaching the embellishment to her garment.

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

Lenny, bless him, just snorts and coughs loudly enough to echo through the shelves, like a foghorn in a library. Theo stands behind a towering stack of books, sighing deep enough to rattle the ancient stone walls. “This isn’t a joke. If we choose wrong—if I choose wrong—we could end up killing the innocent twin.” The laughter dies away, replaced by a low tension that presses against my skull like an incoming tide. Every path feels twisted with shadows. The mirror’s riddle keeps spinning in my head—Nothing is what it seems. I run my fingers along the spine of an old herbal grimoire. My eyes catch the faint glint of the mirror again, propped up beside the stack I carried earlier. I wrapped it

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”