The Stranger In The Mirror Novels & Stories

And I swear to the Moon herself, they never will. One night, as I sit in the quiet stillness of my room, shadows stretch long across the cracked walls, the flickering candlelight casting ghosts of the woman I used to be. My fingers tremble slightly as I reach up and touch the broken mirror on my wall, tracing the jagged line that slices my reflection in two. The woman staring back at me is a stranger.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

He is afraid of something, me too. "Hey!" My mind was snapped when I heard woman's voice as if calling me together with the side mirror of a car bounced and rolling towards in the middle of the road. I was forced to stop and lift the lens of my helmet. I took a deep breath and simply sniffed before looking at her. "Are you stupid? My car is parking right here on the side of the road, can't you see? You broke my side mirror, so now you have to pay for this!" She hit the side of her car, where next to it, is the origin of the side mirror.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

The whole hall exploded, murmurs surging up on every side. Karina looked at her own profile, sharp and clear on the screen, and a violent shudder ran through her as she shrilled back, "This is fabricated! You got someone to doctor the footage! Eli, say something, it was you yourself who ruled she was the thief back then!" She whipped her head around toward Eli at the door of the box across the way, desperate for some shred of support. Eli stood frozen where he was. Beneath the silver-gray hair, his features were ashen, his lips opening and closing again and again without a single word coming out.

I snapped. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, but something wasn't right. My wolf was distant, like a fading echo buried beneath layers of fog. The healer guided me carefully toward a cracked mirror hanging near the fireplace. The moment I saw my reflection, my knees nearly buckled. A stranger stared back at me. A stranger with long dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and pale gray eyes. She was beautiful in a haunting way. But it wasn't me. My hands trembled against the mirror’s frame. “This…” My voice cracked. “This isn’t my body.”

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

The plates are all broken, the table overturned and pieces of broken glasses are splattered all around the room. I took a step backward, reality sinking in but decided to ignore it and just walk out of the door, my stomach growling in hunger. I'm not a fan of breakfast anyway. I told myself. I took my time as I walked going to school. My supposed to be happy mood turned sour once I took sight of the reason why I had the opportunity of meeting the stranger. "Good morning, stranger." A voice greeted me, I looked up at the person and there he was, smiling under the morning sun. "How's your sleep?"

She didn’t object or complain, she just nodded her head and followed what he said. She entered the restaurant again and go to the washroom to change. After few minutes, she went out and saw a woman talking to Mr. Stranger. She rolled her eyes, it comes naturally... she can’t understand why. She didn’t move. When the man felt like someone’s watching him, he turned his head. Luther saw Miss Stranger who made him act like crazy. “Excuse me, sir. I’ll be back at work.” She heard the woman said that. The man instantly nodded to the woman.

I turned quickly—no one was there. I looked back at the mirror. Now, it wasn’t me. A woman in a black wedding gown stood dead center in the reflection. Her face looked like mine—but it wasn’t. Her eyes were empty, her lips stretched into an unnatural smile… and slowly, the smile tore, spilling blood from her cheeks. The mirror began to tremble. I reached out, almost touching the glass. But before I could, the mirror fogged over, writing out a single word: “RETURN.”