Novel & Cerita The Stranger In The Mirror

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

I looked at her through the side mirror. She was still there. Standing alone in the rain. Crying like the world had abandoned her. My chest felt tight. The car moved slightly again. But we were still stuck in traffic. I kept watching her through the mirror. My mind started arguing again. Don’t do this. She’s not Amara. She’s just a stranger. You have no right to get involved. Another voice whispered softly. But she’s suffering. I clenched my fists. The mirror showed her again.

Darth gives my gritted teeth and clenched fists a glance, his brows creasing in confusion. “I’m sorry, miss, but I won’t be doing that. This is for your own safety. I am merely following the boss’ orders.” Okay, I’ve had enough. I step around Darth’s huge frame, plaster a smile on my face and stick my hand out, towards the stranger. “Hello, there. My name is Mira. Mira Fernandez. Thank you so much for earlier. What’s your name?” The stranger gives Darth a cursory look before turning his attention on me. To his credit, he doesn’t look scared of Darth… just curious.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

I looked up every so often to see Harry glancing over at me; I knew he was looking at me so I may as well draw and just let him work. The darkness began to creep on me; I didn't know where I was. Looking around, I saw boxes and cobwebs; it looked like it was an attic. I began walking around and came across a mirror that was broken; I stood in front of it and closed my eyes...I felt something there. The hatch to the attic opened, and a girl with a flashlight came in; the girl looked around and then looked directly at me. She turned to leave but then she turned back, "Who are you?" I went to answer but then,

Aiora stares at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was being made-up by a professional make-up artist for today's photo shoot. Besides Aiora, there is Jena who keeps grumbling because she is annoyed with Aiora's messy schedule, plus several parts of Aiora's body have red marks making her team nervous. Aiora was just silent, occasionally chuckling innocently when he saw his team that was overwhelmed to cover several kissmarks on his body.

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

Camila My reflection looks nothing like me. Yes, it’s my face with the right color eyes, the familiar cupid’s bow mouth, but that’s where it ends. The woman staring at me in the mirror, with her hair wound up in an elegant braid with white flowers woven through and sparse rouge on her cheeks, is a stranger.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."