Reflected In You Novels & Stories

“You’re not real” The reflection tilted her head. “Am I? Or am I still inside you, waiting for you to fail so I can rise again?” My throat tightened. “Stop.” Behind me, Charon laughed. “Do you see? Your past is your prison. You cannot escape it.” I forced myself to look at the reflection. “You’re wrong. I’m not you anymore.” “But you carry me,” my reflection said. “You carry my choices, my mistakes. You think you can escape destiny? You are destiny.”

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

" So why did you cry just right now. Am I looked that bad?" " I am in a room with a guy and I suddenly slap you, so I think you might not forgive me." " So you are afraid that staying alone in a room with a guy?" I raised my eyebrows and he looked confused. " I don't know myself very well too. I just don't want to be in danger." "Of course, you are already in danger because you said out loud that I am a scumbag and just slap me a minute ago. Don't you remember that?"

"Don't feed me that crap. Something's happening. There's this tensed cloud and it sure is hovering." I shifted her closer to me. "Calm down, Dei. How are you so sure that this 'tensed cloud'." I made air quotes. "as you refer to it— is hovering over you?" "Instincts." Damn female intuitions. Too smart and right for their good. "I'd say that's pride that you want to be right. You might think the whole cloud is hovering directly under your head. You think the world revolves around you?" As I said the words her demeanor changed.

She tilted her head slightly, studying my face like she was checking whether the lesson was sinking in. “It’s about what reflects well.” That word again. Reflects. Like I was a surface. Like my job was to shine back whatever they wanted seen. Her gaze didn’t leave mine. “Everything you do reflects on us,” she said. “How you speak. How you stand. How you smile. How quickly you recover when something makes you uncomfortable.” Something heavy settled in my chest. Not sharp. Not sudden. Slow and sinking, like weight being lowered carefully so I wouldn’t notice until it was already pressing the air out of me.

Then, slowly, it pressed its palm to the glass. Avery felt warmth beneath her skin where the reflection touched. “Stop,” she whispered. “You’re not real.” The reflection smiled. And spoke. “You called me.” Avery stumbled backward, shaking her head. “No. No, I didn’t—” “You reached first,” the reflection continued, voice layered and wrong, echoing like a hundred versions of her speaking in unison. “You always do.”

The reflection leaned closer until its face filled the glass. “Why didn’t you listen?” it whispered. Ava’s throat closed. “Who are you?” The reflection smiled. “You know who I am.” “No,” Ava said, backing up. “No, you’re not me.” The reflection’s eyes softened — almost pitying. “Not yet.” The lights flickered. For a second, the whole shed seemed to hum — not sound, but vibration, like the air itself was stretching too thin. Ava clutched her head. “Stop!”

“You think you’re a monster? You’re just a scared little coward hiding behind a mask of cruelty.” “Shut up!” he screamed, his voice cracking. “I’m not afraid!” But the reflection smirked, a cruel twist of lips that sent a shiver down Kaidën’s spine. “Afraid? You’re terrified. Look at what you’ve become. This isn’t power; it’s a cry for help.” As he shouted at the glass, his reflection began to ripple, morphing and splitting into countless versions of himself. Each one wore the same twisted smile, eyes glinting with a madness that resonated deeply within him.

she said softly, “it feels so personal. Like a reflection of everything you’ve been through.” Elara nodded, her throat tightening with emotion. “It is. I painted it during a difficult time. It was my way of processing everything—my sister, my family, the lies. I was trying to find my way out of the darkness.” Miriam turned to Elara, her expression filled with understanding. “And you did, didn’t you? You found your way.” Elara felt a lump rise in her throat. “I think I’m still finding it. But I’m getting there.”