The Stranger In The Mirror Novels & Stories

Miranda came over to see the glass of milk break into pieces on the floor, She wondered how she managed to break the glass " Yes, the glass cup just mistakenly slipped off my hand". she said. "Hope you are not hurt?". Linda asked. " No". "Ok". she turns to Miranda." Get a mob to clean it up". "Ok", she left for the kitchen still wondering how manage the glass cup slipped off her hand." Damn! I was so close to achieving my aim here". she grunted, later, she came back with the mob and started to clean the place up. An hour later, Miranda was at the corner of the backyard making a phone call secretly.

"It shouldn't be a big deal. I mean, just a piece of skin is going to be torn. Just a pain that would bring me the most money at the needed time." She stood and looked into the mirror and she could see her hair was a little bit messy from running her fingers through it. Her eyes remained wide, probably a little terrified and afraid. Just then, her attention was diverted as soon as the door creaked and a knock followed. "Oh! no!" She gasped as she turned to face the door. "May I come in?" The deep husky voice requested from outside. The voice sent chills to her spine, making her heart race triple in anxiety. She couldn't believe this was really happening.

I said when I remembered I hadn't thanked him for the dress. He just gave me a nod. Later, Ratna came and kept complaining about how she didn't have anyone to dance with. She is all alone blah blah and took him with her. The whole time, I felt his eyes on me. I know even though he was dancing with her his attention was on me. A boy exactly the same age as Devil came and asked me for a dance. He was quite handsome too. He had a dimple on his cheeks which made him more attractive. After he insisted like 1,000 times, I agreed to dance with him but deep down I was quite scared. He was a total stranger to me.

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

“What are you doing awake?” “I reached over and you weren’t there. I got worried.” I forced a small laugh that didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m good, sweetheart. Go back to bed. I’ll be right there.” A pause. Then, softly: “Alright, dear.” Her footsteps retreated. I stood there a moment longer, staring at the stranger in the mirror—red-rimmed eyes, hollow cheeks. I splashed more water on my face, dried it roughly with a towel, and drew in a long, shaky breath.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Backtracking, she faced the full-length mirror and saw a stranger. The stranger was wearing baggy trousers and a long singlet, she had freckles, pimples, and bangs. She looked like the typical example of a nerd girl. No, she looked like the heroine in the nerdy glasses movie. "Alright, you can come out now." She called to the reflection in the mirror. "I know you're hiding behind me." Nothing happened. Shelly stared hard at the reflection and realized it was staring right back at her. She touched her face and the reflection did the same, she touched her hair and the same thing happened.

"Laurel?" I didn't answer the call. I'm busy cleaning my face that looks weird in the mirror. The fake mole on my left cheek makes my face so ridiculous. And these glasses, there's nothing worse to put on my face than wide-rimmed glasses that barely cover half of my face. Luckily Kane didn't throw up when he saw me. And the blush I put too much on my cheeks makes my face look like I've just been beaten. Very silly. "Laurel? Hey, you can hear me."

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."