Standing Wall Mirror Novels & Stories

"We didn't know you were already on your way up. Give her a second." I was already moving. I turned slightly away and pulled the robe tighter, fingers working quickly at the loose tie, knotting it properly this time and pulling it firm at my waist. Then I reached for the top of my robe where it had fallen open at my chest and started doing up the single button at the neckline. And that was when I saw it. The mirror. We had a large decorative mirror mounted on the wall just across from where I was standing, one of those big antique-framed ones that I had picked out because it made the living room look bigger and the light look warmer. I had loved that mirror from the day we hung it.

The gym lights were dimmed for closing time, but a few members still lingered on the main floor. Alex didn’t care. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and marched me straight to the huge open area in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. “Hands on the glass,” he ordered, voice dark and rough. I pressed my palms against the cold mirror, heart hammering. I could see everything — my flushed face, my heavy tits straining against my top, and Alex standing tall and dangerous behind me. Anyone walking past the entrance could glance in and see us.

This environment was too cold for a little one. The walls were bare, except one wall had a huge mirror on it. I had seen enough police shows to know that that was one-way glass, and that they could see me on the other side of it, even though I couldn’t see them. I wondered if anyone was in there right now. There was nothing to do except sit down. I tried to move one of the chairs, but it was bolted to the ground. Same with the table, I supposed. I sat down and waited.

with that Miguel walked away. “This is beautiful,” She muttered as she admire the wall painted in plain white but the artificial scented flowers decorated the wall perfectly fine, the brown yet cute cushion contributed in the beauty of the house. Then, she came across a mirror, a very large mirror that took her whole figure and she could visible see herself in the flawless mirror. She moved closer to it and touched it, the an automated voice came out, “You’re beautiful as always,” She heard the voice said and she was shocked by that it made her flinched back.

My floor-to-ceiling mirror—one I’ve always adored—is covered in photos of me. Photos of me walking on the street in a variety of outfits. Meeting with vendors and authors. Out to eat with Emily and Grayson. Even stepping out of the dress shop with Dante. Whoever took them had a long-range lens. These weren’t selfies or candids. They were surveillance. Worse still is the bright red message scrawled across the mirror: Soon. That’s all it says. Soon. I don’t know what sound comes out of me, but Dante—who’d been halfway across the room—goes still. Then he runs.

Mallory wouldn’t want to sneeze on it unless she wanted to powder her face with that. There was a mirror on top of it, with both sides held firmly by hands carved out of stone. Mallory looked at her reflection in the mirror when she noticed was at an odd angle. It was somehow tilting downward, making her see her body more than her face. And her image was distorted to some degree, as if the mirror was bent in all directions.

“This is my office. Bathroom is there.” “Thanks.” I said as I walked in. I had a good buzz going on. Thankfully, my dress was short enough that it was easy to pee and be done. When I came out, he was sitting on the armrest of his couch. There was a floor to ceiling window looking over the floor. “Oh, wow!” I said as I walked up to it. “It’s a two-way mirror. We can see out, but no one can see it.” He came up behind me. Both of his hands rested against the glass on either side of my head. Slowly, I turned around to see only to see his inches from mine.

He took Sebastian’s order and walked away. After lunch, we all joined my parents and grandparents in the foyer and went to the second floor. When Queen Lori opened the doors to the room, I smiled as I looked around, “This would be perfect. Are you sure you’re okay with us using this room?” Queen Lori nodded, “Of course. No one has used this room for years.” I walked around the room with my jaw dropped. The room was as big as a professional basketball court with one entire wall that was nothing but floor to ceiling mirror panels. Which also made me cringe a little when I thought about training the kids in this room. I could see how this wall could be a distraction for them, knowing how kids l

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

CHAPTER ONE MIRA "How do I look?" "Lucky," Sharon's voice reminded me of where I came from. I was standing in front of the mirror. The mirror hung on a single nail in a corner of a dimly lit, sparsely furnished room. The mirror's surface is cloudy and streaked, reflecting a distorted image of the bare, peeling walls and the worn, creaky floorboards. The frame, once ornate, now hung crooked and faded, its gilded edges chipped and worn away. The mirror seemed to lean wearily against the wall, as if it too had given up on the surroundings.