Standing Wall Mirror Novels & Stories

These sheets are like clouds. One of the pillows that were leaning against the wall fall off the bed and I look up to where it can from to see my refection staring back at me. I move the rest of the pillows to reveal a mirror the length of the head of the bed attached to the wall. It's level to the bed and I'm left wondering why Kaleb would have a mirror instead of a headborad. I shake my head and roll over. I look up to see another mirror in the ceiling. What the fuck? Is Kaleb so obsessed with himself that he needs to see himself at all times? Weirdo.

I stopped. It looked nothing like any restroom I had ever been in. The floor was polished white marble that caught the soft gold light from above and threw it back clean. The sinks were carved from smooth pale stone. The mirrors ran the full length of the wall without a single frame, just glass from one end to the other. Everything was spotless and perfect. I walked slowly to the mirror and stood in front of it, looking at my reflection. The door opened behind me. Aurelian walked in.

The Mirror Room occupied the entire third floor of the club, a single vast chamber where every surface—walls, ceiling, floor—had been replaced with seamless, high-clarity mirrors. Soft recessed lighting eliminated almost every shadow. The result was a infinite, shifting kaleidoscope of naked flesh. Couples and trios moved throughout the space, their bodies reflected a hundred times over in every direction, so that a single thrust became a corridor of identical thrusts stretching into endless distance.

I gulped and went up the couple of steps before entering the trailer. My heart stopped beating as soon as I saw the interior. On my left was a large full-body length mirror with blue starfish along its edges. In front of the mirror was a big, fluffy chair with a white cushion sitting on top of it. Rows and rows of makeup lined the shelves around the mirror: I felt like I had just stepped into a movie star's dream.

I could feel it—its walls vibrating softly, its breath rising in the dust motes around me. And then—I stood. I knew where I needed to go. The mirror room. *** It was just as I remembered. Shattered glass still scattered the floor like frozen stars. The large mirror was gone—exploded in a curse-breaking storm. But along the far wall… stood a smaller one. Unbroken. Framed in tarnished silver. Covered with a thin sheet of white silk. My hands shook as I stepped forward. I hadn’t looked into a mirror since that night.

Slowly, the blurred darkness fades, my focus comes crashing into sharp view, and I am instantly met with a dizzying wall of visuals. "Oh my God..." In front of me are floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Reflecting my flushed, trembling skin. The exact same silver glass lines both of my sides, and when I look back to the structural wall where I just stood, the reflection tracks my every movement. I love them. Right in the dead center of the room stands a massive, custom-built wooden wide apparatus, featuring four small restraint holes on its outer corners and a wide, gaping hole carved directly into its center. "What is that, Master?" He glides up behind me like an absolute predator, wrapping his large

Her eyes were fixed on the wall behind Elinor. "Kai," she breathed. Her voice was a ghost of a sound. "What?" "The glass." She didn't move her head. She just shifted her gaze. "Look at the reflection in the black paneling. The one behind Elinor’s chair." I looked. The glass wasn't just decorative. It was a one-way mirror, deep and dark. In the corner, where the light hit the surface at a sharp angle, I saw it. A face.

Ivy whispered. They reached a set of double doors clad in tarnished silver. Ivy pushed them open. The hinges didn't scream; they let out a long, metallic sigh. The room beyond was a dressing chamber frozen in mid-breath. Dust motes danced in the candlelight like tiny, falling stars. But it was the mirrors that dominated the space—vast, towering sheets of mercury glass that lined every wall. Mercury glass, unlike modern mirrors, had a dark, liquid depth to it, a shimmering instability that made every reflection look like it was underwater.

, Elvin brought a tracksuit from his wardrobe and handed them over to me along with a towel and indicated me towards the bathroom. As I entered his bathroom, I was in an awe there was a huge glass wall separating the bathtub section from the rest of the bathroom, and when I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall, I felt like stealing it because it was so pretty, there were delicate engraving on the crimson border of the mirror with tiny gemstones laid on it carefully and the reflection was so clear that one can even see their tiniest flaw. I looked at the platform which was laid with pearl basin and saw a golden holder holding orchids on one end and the scented soaps on the other, I washed

I said, wanting her to see exactly what I had seen. I quickly brought my sleeves to the middle of my hand in preparation. My wrists then moved to open the large cloth. We were met with a large mirror that had the same name imprinted on it, “Oragon,” We both gasped at what we had saw. The mirror looked powerful. It was as if it drew us both inside. By the side, was a wooden polished structure, which added to the beauty. “Mum? What do you think we are supposed to do?” I asked.