Novel & Cerita The Stranger In The Mirror

Their eyes were wide, pupils blown, scanning the room with a kind of hesitant awe. “It’s… quieter in here,” the stranger said, voice soft, almost relieved, like stepping into a shelter from a storm. Aria nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yeah,” she murmured, her tone careful, neutral, not prying. The stranger’s gaze flicked toward the tall mirror against the far wall. “That thing… it doesn’t like me,” they admitted, voice lower now, hesitant. “I see it in my dreams.”

he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace. His deep raspy voice heightened the feeling and I trembled as the waves of heat and light washed over me. His voice lingered in my mind. I couldn’t think straight but I was sure this was not because of the alcohol. I was captivated by him, craving only him. The stranger watched me as he removed his fingers and I arched my back from the sensation. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to complete, yet wanted me broken at the same time.

“Okay. Okay, let’s think. Either I’ve been kidnapped, or I’m part of some super messed-up simulation. Or… this is real. Which it can’t be. Because there are giant wolves and blood-drinking kings and people calling me queen—” I broke off, staring at my reflection in a mirror across the room. The woman staring back wasn’t me. She had my face—but softer. Paler. Her eyes looked sadder. Her hair was long and perfect. And the crown of faint bruises around her throat made my stomach twist. “What happened to you?” I whispered. Silence answered me. For a moment, I just stood there, staring into that mirror, watching this stranger who looked like me but wasn’t. The air felt heavier. The walls seemed c

I turned to make sure, this time he wasn't staring at me but the glass he was holding. So I turned again to leave. “Did you not hear me?” his voice held that authority I hated but at the same time found sexy. “Are you referring to me?” I asked. He looked at me this time, eyes cold and emotionless… but breathtaking. I swallowed at his attractiveness. This man was so gaddemn fine! I quickly snapped myself out of it when I realized he hadn't answered my question but was instead staring which meant he was talking to me. “I was out” I replied. “But since when did my whereabouts matter to you?”

The stranger. He’s here

In minutes, they had transformed me, turning my reflection into someone almost unrecognizable. I stared in the mirror, stunned. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright, my hair swept up elegantly. The dress hugged my frame perfectly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so beautiful. Jen smiled at me in the mirror. “I must admit, ma’am. You look like a goddess.” I gave a small smile, still taken aback. “Thank you,” I murmured, turning this way and that, marveling at my reflection. Then, suddenly, the door to my room burst open, and Mr. Graham strode in. His expression was stormy, his voice cold and clipped. “Isn’t she ready yet?”

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

I turned to the mirror above it. The stranger staring back at me had my face. She had my short, copper hair. She had my nose, my chin. But her skin was the color of moonlight, pale and lifeless. And her eyes… My hazel eyes were gone. In their place were pools of liquid crimson, glowing like coals. An abomination. I was one of them. A leech. A monster. "What did you do?" I whispered to the reflection. I bared my teeth and the monster in the mirror mimicked me, mocking me with my own face.

On my way, I saw a mirror and all my make up was smeared on my face. "Are you Liiza Starr?" I heard a stranger ask while I was walking. I freeze and turn toward him then stare at him for a few seconds. "How do you know?" I ask. A smirk came on the stranger's face and before I could even function anything that's happening, something hard hit my head. And my eyes close shut.

I don't think his motorcycle will even buy the side mirror of my car talk less of the car itself. I watched as he removed the helmet off his face. And for a moment, I lost the voice in me. The way he stares me down, sent electricity down my core. I would have to admit, he's handsome. But I didn't dwell on how I found his eyes piercing through the soul or how his black hair was gleaming. I won't forget he was the cause of my car damage. "Is your mouth glued or-" "I heard all what you said" Oh God! Here comes his voice. Something screams dangerous with the way he stared at me. I was supposed to be the one doing the staring.