Mirror-mirror Fruit

In her six years of marriage, Sydney Raines slowly lost herself, becoming more like a nanny. What made her finally come to her senses was the man’s words. “Lyra is coming back. You have to move out tomorrow.”“Fine, let’s get a divorce.” Then, Sydney turned around and left.When they met again, she was in the arms of another man.Julien Flint’s expression was terrifyingly dark.“We just got a divorce, and you’ve found yourself another man?”Her smile was as beautiful as the flower. “That’s my business, Mr. Flint. I don’t think it has anything to do with you.”

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

Evelyn Vion is an ordinary woman with big aspirations of becoming a renowned writer. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Maxwell Fierez, a 30-year-old billionaire from a wealthy and influential family. Despite being aware of the vast differences in their worlds and backgrounds, they find themselves in a secret relationship. The question remains - how far will their forbidden love take them? Against the backdrop of Maxwell's father's disapproval and the challenges that lie ahead, fate seems determined to separate them. Unexpectedly, Evelyn discovers she is carrying their child, but she chooses to keep this news to herself. Until their paths cross once more, and Maxwell comes face to face with Evelyn's child, whose piercing blue eyes mirror his own. How will their smoldering resentment, buried anguish, and relentless urge to conceal drive them forward?

On the day Clara forced me to sign the divorce papers, I got bound to a self-sabotaging system. The system commanded me to slap her hard and tell her to get lost. I trembled in fear because Clara was a ruthless person. If I dared to stop her from getting back together with the love of her life, she would utterly destroy me. But the system threatened me: "If you don't self-sabotage, you will die soon." Left with no choice, I slapped her. As soon as I hit her, I ran out of the house, terrified. The system then told me to smash a police car on the side of the road. I suspected the system wanted me dead. However, after I smashed the police car's side view mirror, I realized that the system was trying to sabotage someone else's life instead.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

Divorced. Betrayed. Lonely. Desperate. When Josette signs a marriage contract with Zade, a ruthless billionaire feared for destroying everything in his path— she thinks she found her escape. But Zade doesn’t just want a wife. He wants her. A craving that turns into obsession. A desire that makes him break his own rules. Only Josette isn’t who she thinks she is to him. She is a mirror of the woman he once loved and lost— Selena Vortessa, her doppelganger. The ghost that never stopped haunting him. When Selena returns from the shadows, secrets ignite. Truths unravel. And the line between love and vengeance blurs, until neither of them can tell if they’re saving each other… or destroying what’s left. Zade rules by control. Josette was meant to be his pawn. But in the game of lust and lies, even the ruthless falls.

Professor Alexis Wolfe knows better than to want his student, but Dorian Vega, the handsome rebel dark haired student. One stolen kiss turns into a reckless obsession and he can’t deny the pull between them. But when his wife Julien catches him in a lie, he realizes that sin is sweet, and secrets are even deadlier. What began as a forbidden attraction soon unravels into a game of power, deceit, and dangerous seduction. Soon, anonymous emails begin flooding Alexis’s inbox—each signed only with an “L.” They mention private memories he’s never shared, the scent of his cologne, the words he once whispered to someone long gone. At first, he thinks it’s blackmail. But the tone is too intimate, too knowing. Then one message arrives with a photo: a hand on his shoulder in a mirror, a hand that isn’t there when he turns around.

“Sir the bride is missing.” A man in uniform entered the room with this shocking news. “What do you mean by missing??? You were supposed to get her to the venue???” The Groom standing in front of the mirror couldn’t realize the seriousness of the situation. “I know sir. I waited for mam but she didn’t get down. And” “And what???” now he was getting worried. It was his responsibility to get the bride to the venue and he “I went up but all the guards were unconscious and mam wasn’t there.” “I want my bride in 10 minutes. If you can’t find her get me, anyone. I can’t ruin my reputation. Get Lost before I shoot you.” the guard was leaving the room when he stopped him after thinking about something. "Listen! issue orders of the shoot at sight for her and that bastard with whom she ran away."

Cassandra is summoned by a magical owl, and she discovers that another world exists in the middle of Siberia, where monsters, faeries, elves, and sorcerei fight for domination. She soon becomes inextricably involved in the affairs of this 'other dimension' that lies behind a magical mirror, and everyone in that realm is at the mercy of the blue moon. But Cassandra has never expected to meet a sorceress quite like Princess Vasilisa, not to mention, she is an actual legendary Vasilisa the Wise from the fairytale she has read as a kid. Vasilisa is also a daughter of an evil sorcerer Czar, and whose plan is to overrule the human world and the magical world with the help of an all-powerful dark lord, Koschei, the Deathless. When the night of the solstice arrives, Cassandra's mortal realm and the magical one will collide. If she doesn't help Vasilisa find the Golden Wand and stop her greedy father before the winter solstice, both their lives and everyone else's will fall into an inevitable apocalypse.

I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen. One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn’t. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don’t remember, and the King I’m bound to doesn’t love me—he loathes me. They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me. Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I’ll kneel, he’s about to learn what a true Queen is made of.