The Stranger In The Mirror Novels & Stories

Just as they were driving out into the road, the stranger took shots of them and also followed their trail. Mira parked her car just in front of her entrance and they all highlighted and went inside, the Stranger took pictures of them and drove off immediately. Mira saw the car drive off at speed, as she tried to shut the door, she wondered why the driver was driving out at such speed. She paid little attention to it, and shut the door instead. “Welcome home Gabriella,” Mark said as Gabriella walked into the living room.” “Thank you so much,” Gabriella responded.

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

Luna screamed with wide eyes. "Yes, I'm eight months pregnant, I accepted this role because I need money to pay for the hospital when I give birth later," said the woman, smiling shyly. Jane nodded with satisfaction. Beautiful, elegant, and pregnant. Perfect! "What's your name?" asked Jane enthusiastically. "My name is Miranda." said the woman quickly. "Okay, you are perfect for this mission!" Jane exclaimed, shaking Miranda's hand. Eros, who had been sitting in the corner of Jane's living room, could only take a deep breath looking at his two best friends who were about to carry out the revenge mission.

e have plenty and f room to let this out, so it lands all to see a bride spilling out of her robe on the way to the chamber. That does nothing to make the dread go away. I zone out, staring at my reflection in the mirror as Melissand pins, and adjusts. I nothing m have e than to rip, the dam n o e bend flees fiend he studio entirely, but the unspoken questions raised by this stranger’s remarks will just follow me.

Thomas lowered his head. "The Author was never our enemy." "We were." The image flickered violently. A shadow suddenly appeared behind Thomas. Tall. Featureless. Watching him silently. Thomas never noticed it. The shadow slowly raised one hand. The recording ended. The mirror shattered into silver dust. Adrian stepped backward, breathing hard. "What was that thing?" The stranger did not answer immediately. Instead, he uncovered a second mirror. This time— The reflection belonged to Evelyn. She stood alone in a ruined city beneath a crimson sky.

The ceiling greeted her, her ornate chandelier glinting faintly in the early morning light. The weight of the voice still lingered, wrapping around her like smoke she couldn’t wave away. She lay motionless for a moment, staring, her pulse still drumming from a dream that felt far too real. That man again. The stranger. The same one she had seen in flashes of dreams for months. The same one who’d suddenly appeared in her waking world, the library, His eyes… God, those eyes. She sat up abruptly, pressing a hand to her temple as if she could massage the thoughts out. Who was he?

I asked while my heart hammered against my ribs. She did not answer my question right away and the heavy silence stretched between us. She continued to stare at me and her sharp mind clearly pieced a complicated puzzle together. She recognized the undeniable similarities staring right back at her through the iron fence. "My mommy says strangers are bad," Mira said, tilting her head to study my face through the iron bars. "But you have my exact same nose. Are you the man who makes her sad?"

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

"I'm glad you like the smell too." Just as he took a peek at the right mirror, he noticed that she was fiddling her thumbs on her lap once again. She was nervous, he figured then thought that it wasn't such a wonder since this is their first time being almost physically close aside from sitting side-by-side on the stools attached to his kitchen countertop and in an environment aside from his house too. He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?"