Standing Wall Mirror Novelas e Histórias

Large white and rose gold decorative mirrors hung from the wall and almost rested upon marbled work surfaces in front of each chair. The sound of hairdryers and laugher circled the room as my eyes quickly skimmed over the other clients who were having their hair tended too. Not wanting to make awkward eye contact, I refocused my eyes onto my appearance once again. This time it was in an actual mirror as opposed to a glass building which made me feel worse. Is that a grey hair!? What the f… Before I could examine further, three men attracted my attention. I could see their reflection in the mirror that I was placed in front of which gave me a clear sight of them without looking like a pervert

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

In proportion to the hall, supported at the base with a dado rail at waist height, each must be eight feet tall, reaching for the ceiling above. Making for the stairs and the bedroom, as I pass between them, the two great mirrors give that odd, vanishing-into-infinity effect. I'm looking at my face and the back of my head at the same time. Then, pausing at some peripheral detail in the reflections that catches my eye, I look up. There, in the ceiling above me, a hook. Solid steel by the look of it, the thing would easily support, for example, the weight of a human body.

I was really loving the room when I suddenly felt something uncomfortable. There was a wall, that was facing opposite to me and was definitely to hide it from me but there was a mirror right in front of the wall. I could see the content on the wall and it was completely filled with my pictures. I had no idea that since when this man has been stalking me but how can I miss the crucial part that I have been photographed. I turned around to look at Sid who was still staring at em and then said, "ok, let me make this super clear before I use you more, you will get nothing from me", I said.

I asked when I noticed he had no intention to stop. "Not really... I will wait here for you... Just wanted to make sure you are okay..." He said with a charming smile... "Okay, just gimme a few minutes... Will be right back..." I entered the washroom. It was a mini-sized room with three well-cut-sized mirrors about 24 by 24 inches mounted on one corner of the room... An Italian wash basin and 4 enclosed WC...

And when she put it on me and I finally turned around to the full-length mirror she’d hidden from me while we were preparing, I really did start to cry and had to blink back the tears so I could see myself. I stood in a thick beam of lush, gold midday sun pouring through the French-paned windows. The walls on this second floor were wood-paneled and warm. The room simple with a cast-iron framed bed and pale coverlet. The mirror was vintage: Oval and gold-framed. It rotated on a stand.

Rich fabrics of curtains and exquisite artwork decorated everywhere. It was clear as day that she had impeccable taste and loved luxury. If Damien were beside me, he would have teased me for wowing at everything. The thought of him flashing my mind made a thin smile cross my lips but it disappeared at the sound of her voice. She was standing in front of a huge mirror hanging on a stone wall with a gilded frame glinting in the flickering candlelight. It covered almost half of the wall, both in width and height. “You must have been expecting me to say my greetings first, welcome, my lady.”

This damn mirror… It stood on the wall like an antique masterpiece, its ornate frame exuding an air of elegance and mystery. Its surface was polished to perfection, reflecting the light that filtered through the nearby window, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the room. The glass itself seemed to hold secrets, as if it had witnessed countless moments in time and retained a hint of the past within its depths. I noticed that it was intricately etched with delicate patterns, almost like ancient symbols that held an enigmatic allure. There was an air of timelessness to the mirror, as if it had been there since the beginning of time, silently observing the world around it.

“Well, we have to adjourn now and then perhaps go back and see what it reveals.” They headed towards the middle of the mirror. This one was even taller — almost as wide as the niche, and of ten feet in height and made like a door. The doors had no frame, but rather, they were only a mere sliver of stone that shone like glass. In contrast, it was dark like any of the others but did not seem to represent anything. But this slightly opened a new topic with Serakha itself stepping in front of it. “There’s nothing there.”

_Alina's POV_ The stairs led to a small, dimly lit room, and as I stepped inside, the air seemed to grow heavier. The only thing in the room was a large, ornate mirror standing in the center. Its frame was made of dark wood, intricately carved with symbols that mirrored the ones I had seen throughout the maze. The glass itself was clear, but there was something about it that made me uneasy. It wasn’t just a reflection—it was more than that.