Reflected In You Novels & Stories

“You will never be enough.” The mirrors trembled, vibrating with her doubts, a dark foreboding threatening to unravel her already fraying sense of self. With each word, the reflective surfaces began to crack, lines splitting like the fragile barriers of her mind. Fear gripped her chest; they were not just illusions but fragments of her deepest insecurities made flesh.

Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps. When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air. ‘I need to calm down,’ she thought. When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.

My hair was indeed a mess and my lips were dry and chapped. Staring at my own reflection I felt disgusted and unhappy. Suddenly a loud sinister laugh erupted from the mirror. I frowned thinking this was probably all a dream. "Look at you Ezhil...so weak...so distraught...so useless" my reflection laughed at me, his smile evil...his poisonous words taunting me, mocking me. "Tut...tut...tut...poor Ezhil...thought he would live the life of luxury yet ended up being in the ditch...how unfortunate" my reflection threw his head back laughing, his lips tilting up into a smirk...his eyes pure black as he stared back right into mine.

My reflection looked haunted—like a stranger I didn’t quite recognize anymore. Am I selfish?

“What do you know? How dare you say that about me? You don't even know me that well.” “I am your reflection and if anyone knows you not, I do, more than you know yourself.” “I am not ready to battle words with you. I don't believe you worth my time and energy,” “You can't walk away from me just like you are doing to Harper. She deserves better and you know it. If there's one person who should be here, it should be you.” Calla charged at the reflection trying to suffocate it. “I am not easy to get rid of. I am you and you are me. We are coexisting in your life. I just see you more than you see yourself and that's final,”

it whispered, “part of him still sees her. But I see you. The one who stayed. The one who laughs when she’s afraid.” Mira gritted her teeth. “Get out of my head.” > “I can’t. You built me there.” The reflection on the opposite wall shimmered — and she saw herself smiling faintly back, except the smile wasn’t hers. It was too tender. Too knowing. > “I love you,” the reflection said. > “No, you want me,” Mira snapped. “Big difference.” > “You think love isn’t want? You think it’s pure?” She swallowed. “I think it’s a choice.”

Ronan's presence in my mind, already faint, flickered like a candle in the wind. "You see?" my reflection said triumphantly. "He's given up. The gate is destroyed. You're truly alone now." "I won't let you take over," I said, but even as I spoke, I wondered if I meant it. "I'm not taking over," the reflection said gently. "I'm just showing you who you really are. Deep down, where all the pretty lies can't reach, you know I'm right." "You're wrong." "Am I? Then why does it feel so good to imagine them all kneeling before you? Why does the thought of making Celeste beg for mercy make you smile?"

His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You look like mine.”

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

We both turned back toward the reflection. It stared at me now with eerie calm, and slowly, almost gently, its mouth began to move again. “You’re still clinging to the idea that you’re separate. That there’s a choice.” “There is,” I snapped aloud, fury flashing in my chest like a flare. The reflection’s face tilted, amused. Then it said, “If there were, you wouldn’t still be standing here.” A tremor rippled through the ground. The obsidian cracked wider beneath our feet.