Pocket Mirror Harpae

Her new triplet step-brothers successfully blackmailed her into being their mistress, but why did feel she attracted to them? **** Welcome to the family, Cassandra," Jared smirked, getting up and putting his hand in his pocket to hide his obvious bulge. "You should not have done that," I said, getting up after him, my face red from embarrassment. "We're step-siblings." And why was I feeling aroused from just a peck? "No." He said that with a very strong voice. “My Dad married your mother and that's where it all ends. My offer to share the room still stands." After Cassandra's lover’s death, her mother invited her to leave the witch coven she grew up in and grab a vacation at her husband’s mansion. Little did she doesn’t know that she would be sharing the house with her stepfather's triplets, and they are three Lycans. The discovery was unexpected to the powerful witch, what’s more surprising was… she was attracted to them, not just to one of them, but to all of them.

As soon as Danielle Bradford has recovered from her postpartum period, she brings her baby to the county clerk's office to register for the baby's birth certificate. "My baby's full name is Taylor Gardner. Her father is Matthew Gardner." The employee types on the keyboard, but his brows draw tighter afterward. "The system has flagged another child with the same name under the same father." His words leave Danielle momentarily stunned. Thinking that her ears have deceived her, she blurts out, "That's impossible! Our baby has just turned one month old!" But Danielle feels her phone buzzing in her pocket before she can finish speaking. She taps on the screen, only to see a photo sent by Matthew's assistant, Meghan Landry. In the photo, Matthew has his left arm wrapped around Meghan's waist while carrying a five-year-old boy with his right arm. The three of them stand in front of a kindergarten's entrance with smiles so bright that they practically sting Danielle's eyes. On the boy's chest is a nametag that clearly says "Taylor Gardner".

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.

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?

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.

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.

"You see that guard coming over here, I own him, just watch how I rip his flesh out." Envaline eyes widened with happiness at her words....... "Step out now from the tube" She heard the guard said. Sharriah stepped out............ "Come towards me now!" The guard barked, enjoying every moment......... She was longer shy about her nakedness, she walked to him, quickly the guard grabbed her immediately, holding her by the neck............ Quickly she took hold of the guard's man.............she squeezed his manhood so hard that a scream erupted from his body............ Taking hold of the guards dagger from his brest pocket, she licked the edges............... She was gonna teach him a lesson he won't ever forget, taking the manhood in her hands fully, she slashed it so fast that it dropped on the ground...... Sharriah Stallion became a slave the day she was captured by the Sultans.... But, what happens when she got sold to the big bad Alpha, who was her mate. And a lot of secret, mysteries and powers were unraveled between them......

"The gods are dead. The bloodlines remain. And she's about to bring it all down." Rowyn Vale grew up on the wrong side of the realm - poor, half-starved, and pissed off at the world. Her fae parents ran relics, sold shadows, and tried to sell her. She's used to surviving. Not exploding with ancient light and accidentally blinding a rich fae girl in the middle of high school. Now she's sentenced to death for a power she didn't ask for. But when a winged, arrogant disaster of a boy crashes through her prison ceiling and drags her into the sky, Rowyn learns the truth: she's not just some broken street fae. She's godblooded. Welcome to Eidolon Academy - a sentient university hidden in a pocket realm where every student is descended from a god, and each year ends in a deadly Trial that can kill you... or awaken something worse. Survive the Trials, and ascend. Fail, and vanish forever. And if the rumors are true? Rowyn isn't just another godblood. She might be the heir of the Godkiller - the one being powerful enough to raise the Pantheon. Let the Trials begin. Let the realm burn Eidolon Academy Book 1

His right hand left his pocket and made its way to my face. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. He moved even closer, his face a few inches away from mine. His finger left my hair and gently drew invisible lines down my cheek. I felt a wave of electricity course through my being, my eyelids flickered shut and my lips parted slightly in anticipation. “Ingrid?” the softness in his voice made my knees tremble and when I felt his arm wrap securely around my slim waist, I leaned into him mindlessly. “Be mine.” ----------------------------------- To Ingrid nothing is more important than her job, not until Kareem stepped into that elevator and made his way into her life. She is in for the ride of a lifetime as Kareem brings with him, scandals and his vicious ex, who would go to any length to get him back, even if it means ruining Ingrid. Will Ingrid decide to take the risk and give love a chance? Or will she turn her back on what might be a ride to happily ever after?