Mirror Puzzle Novelas e Histórias

Hazel, a weak omega, comes across Alpha Austin on Thanksgiving. He is beautiful, manly, with a gaze that could make any omega's heart flutter. And she fell hard. She decided to take her feelings to the grave because she knew that he wouldn't even take a look at her. But when Austin is suddenly rejected by his long-time girlfriend, and a mishap sends Hazel straight into his arms, he leaves her with the tingling sensation of a mate's mark on her neck and announces her as his mate. Hazel is forced to agree, but even as she watches herself in the mirror, the mate mark staring right back at her, she knows deep down that his mate is someone else. Someone...who wants the position just as much as she does, and would do anything to get it.

The story follows Queen Sekina, a powerful queen who rules over the Awima kingdom. Despite being feared by her enemies, she is well-liked by her people. However, her enemies are always trying to bring her down. One day, the Queen meets Lucy, a beautiful maid who catches her eye. The two women fall in love, but Lucy is not who she seems to be. In reality, she is a princess who has disguised herself as a maid to steal the Queen's magical mirror. This mirror is essential for unlocking the spirit of their warlord back to life in her kingdom. The Queen's trust in Lucy leads to her downfall when Lucy steals the magical mirror. Now, the Queen must fight back with strategy to regain her possession and protect her kingdom from her enemies.

On the night of my 18th birthday, Enzo Vitale holds me by the waist as he coaxes me to take off my underwear. "Good girl. You have a beautiful body, Isabella. Let me take a good look at you." But just when I'm about to reach my climax, the spotlight is turned on. The floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me becomes a see-through one-way mirror. On the other side of the mirror shows the faces of all the guests who are here to attend my birthday party. Soon, the racy video of my lustful side is spread all over Newlyn. My reputation gets flushed down the drain overnight, and yet Enzo's reputation remains unaffected. On the night we break up, he leaves me a message. "Your brother had watched my sister getting kidnapped by others back then. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like, Isabella. You owe me this much." My older brother, Marco Rossi, is enraged, to say the least. When he tries to demand an explanation from Enzo, he gets his legs broken by Enzo's bodyguards instead. Marco drags his broken legs home. But on his way home, he gets into a car crash due to severe pain and blood loss, reducing him to a vegetable. In order to afford the daily eight-thousand-dollar ICU bill, I become the most famous stripper in Newlyn. For the next three years, I flit between various nightclubs in Newlyn as well as various men's beds. I've been trading my pride and body in exchange for checks. Three years later, I knock on a hotel room's door as usual. The door opens, revealing a man wearing a custom-ordered dark gray suit. It's Enzo. He's thinner now, and his cheekbones protrude even more. His eyes are as glacial as frozen lakes. I smile brightly at him. "Sir, would you like any special services?"

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.

For as long as she can remember, Seraphina Cross has experienced these visions that made her feel like there was more to life. It wasn't until one moment, one accident that her life changed forever.She awakens the next day a new person in more ways than one. With no recollection of past night's events, she's forced to adapt to certain sensations she is experiencing all while trying to piece together what exactly happened to her that fateful night. Her strange, hectic life doesn't seem to make sense until she meets a handsome stranger. Only then does the puzzle finally piece itself together.What she doesn't expect is the new powers she has developed attracting all kinds of unwanted attention. Thrown into a world she never truly believed existed she is forced to come to grips with who she is becoming while staying out of trouble long enough to figure out what needs to be done to fulfill her destiny.

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."

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.

Barry Ocason, extreme sportsman and outdoor travel writer, receives a magazine in his mailbox and opens to an ad for an adventure in the Bavarian Alps. Initially dismissing the invitation, which seems to have been meant specifically for him, he soon finds himself involved in a larger plot and seeking answers to why an individual known only as the elephant man is terrorizing his family. Barry and his daughter Kristen, who survived a twin sister taken from the family at a young age, travel from Juneau, Alaska to the sinister Spider Festival in Rio Tago, Brazil, before he ultimately answers the call to Bavaria, where the puzzle begins to come together. Amid tribulation, death, madness, and institutionalization, a document emerges describing a scientist’s bloody bid to breed a theoretical “third twin,” which is believed to have the potential, through its connection with its siblings, to bridge the gulf between life and afterlife. The godlike creature that soon emerges turns out to be Barry’s own offspring, and she has dark plans for the world of her conception that neither her father nor any other mortal can stop. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Olivia Rayne is the biggest star in the world, yet her boyfriend kept her hidden for seven years. Ashamed of her success, he treated her like a burden before finally walking away. Heartbroken and furious, Olivia decides to upgrade. Her target is Gabriel Moreau, a billionaire wine magnate with a heart of stone and no interest in the spotlight. He is the one man she should not be able to break. Still, she pursues him relentlessly, using every charm in her arsenal to make him hers. The goal is simple: get the man, show off to the ex, and move on. But Gabriel’s walls begin to crumble, and his obsession starts to mirror her own. As the revenge plot blurs into a terrifying reality, Olivia must decide if she’s ready to handle the man she fought so hard to catch.

A race against time. A test of trust. A mystery that could reshape history. Deep beneath the ancient ruins of Messra lies a labyrinth—its twisting corridors and hidden chambers a monument to forgotten secrets and lost wars. The APG Mark 1. A machine gun designed to kill tanks. Conceived in the darkest days of World War II, hidden by the Nazis in the labyrinth’s heart. For Jessica Chase, an archaeologist and cryptographer, it’s more than a puzzle—it’s a chance to unlock the past and claim a weapon that should never have existed. A weapon of myth, waiting to be found. Jessica’s search draws her back into the orbit of Sean Michael, her ex-boyfriend and the one man she vowed never to trust again. Together, they must navigate a maze of stone and shadow, pursued by those who would kill to possess the APG Mark 1. But as they journey deeper, the labyrinth’s secrets threaten to consume them all. And with every step, they realize the greatest danger may not be the weapon they seek—but the truths they unearth about themselves.