Standing Wall Mirror Novels & Stories

I dismissed them and they closed the door behind them as they left. The tub sat in the middle of the room, it was big enough to fit five people. A big mirror was placed on the wall which faced the tub. The left wall was nothing but a big window that oversaw the woods and the mountains. I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

And when the SUV entered the mansion, their faces were even more astonished. “My goodness, Ara! This is a glass mansion! What the hell?” Elizha was shocked when she got off the car. “This is my master’s house, Eli. Not mine.” But again, Elizha didn't believe her. The mansion's walls are made of two-way mirror fiberglass. Nobody can see the inside from the outside, but everyone on the inside can see the outside.

Whether he was a genuine ally or simply using me as a pawn in a power struggle did not matter yet; he had offered me a thread, and I was desperate enough to pull it. ​I folded the paper into a tight strip and thrust it into the burning coals of the fireplace, watching it turn to ash in seconds. ​I turned toward the far wall of the room. The grand silver-framed mirror stood nearly seven feet tall, its polished glass reflecting the flickering firelight and my own pale, determined face. ​I walked over to the mirror, placing my hands on the heavy mahogany frame. It was surprisingly heavy, secured to the stone wall by iron brackets. I leaned around the right edge, peering into the dark gap betwee

The warm glow from the vertical light fixtures flanking the mirror cast elongated shadows. I stepped in, unsure of what to do. The vanity was with an integrated sink, sleek, and rested upon a countertop that gleamed like polished granite marble. Neatly arranged toiletries and a large mirror. What did he need a mirror for? He was blind. It took me a moment to find the shower area and it nearly stole my breath away. Encased in glass. Overhead, the showerheads are placed with built-in shelves with bottles of expensive shampoos and body washes.

I promised, standing up slowly as my eyes locked onto the large, ornate vanity sitting against the western stone wall. The vanity was carved from dark mahogany wood, fitted with a heavy silver-framed mirror that stretched nearly to the ceiling. Fine glass bottles of dried herbs, silver hairpins, and jars of scented oils were arranged in neat rows across the polished table, untouched and covered in a very fine layer of dust.

There were also bags and purses of different colors along with perfume and other hygienic products, all aligned in three different columns on one side of the closet. On the other side, all she could really see were clothes; dresses and suits hung up on hangers, beneath them were more clothes neatly folded and stacked, and there were drawers with panties and bras and lingeries; practically everything she'd ever need. It was all so beautifully put together, but what really mesmerized her was the huge mirror in the very center of it all. It was more than 6ft wide and 6ft tall, making a perfect square against the wooden wall. She could see all of herself; her head straight down to her bare feet

I swung the car door open and made a beeline for the tent. Christopher and Sally were right on my heels. Beyond the tent, they caught sight of my portrait. Their eyes went wide, and they stammered, "What's all this about?" Without a word, I spread my arms, and the funeral home attendant promptly suited me up in a sleek, black, custom-tailored suit. I gave a contented nod, stepped onto a stool, and gently reclined into the solid mahogany casket. The officiating minister cleared his throat, his voice resonating with gravity and depth.

The shelf shifted, revealing a narrow hallway bathed in violet flame. The air grew cooler as they descended, scentless and strange, until they reached a circular chamber carved into the earth itself. Moonlight filtered in from above through enchanted quartz, illuminating the murals on the stone walls—stories told in wolf-shapes and crimson swirls. In the center stood a mirror. Seven feet tall. Frame forged from ironwood, inlaid with veins of silver and howlite. But the glass itself… it rippled like a liquid dream. Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking.

He tracked her movements as she walked toward the dressing room wing. Ava stopped three feet outside the entrance of the vanity alcove. Mounted on the central wall was the circular silver vanity mirror. It was a massive piece of custom-polished glass bordered by an industrial steel frame. This was the exact spot where Amelia had spent hours studying Ava’s expressions. This was the glass where the monster had practiced smiling with Ava's mouth, tilting her head at Ava's angles, and turning her eyes into identical, hollow replicas. Ava stood perfectly still, her arms crossed tightly over her charcoal-grey cashmere sweater. Her reflection stared back at her. Gray eyes. Pale skin. Sharp, intelli

It’s got rings built into the headboard and footboard, clearly made for restraint. Right across from it is the one-way mirror wall, our reflections on full display while hiding whoever might be watching from the other side. To the left, a wall of carefully arranged gear catches my attention. Ropes in every texture and color, leather crops, floggers, and paddles hang from metal hooks like invitations. And in the corner, a sleek vanity stands beside a small mini-fridge, stocked with waters. The whole space is deliberate. Intimate. And hot as sin.