Bianca Hello

[WARNING: THIS BOOK IS EXTREMELY DARK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!] ---- "Hello there, blonde!" A voice laced with an unsettling coldness echoed. Scarlet gasped and her eyes widened in sudden, horrified recognition. Tears welled in her eyes as she prayed this was all some cruel delusion, that death had mercifully claimed her before she was forced to set her eyes on him again. His piercing gaze troubled her soul as it always did. It was after all, a constant reminder of the profound torment he had inflicted on her that night. "Oh, you're no longer a blonde?" he mused mockingly, one hand lifting to brush against the shortened strands of her hair. Scarlet flinched. The hatred rolling off him filled her with a sense of immense dread that sparked an internal plea for salvation. She tried to flee. Unfortunately, Dane pounced with lightning speed, effortlessly pinning her hands above her head. He straddled her hips, effectively immobilizing her thrashing form beneath his weight. "Re-virginity patching?" he sneered down at her. "Do you really want to deceive your fiancé in such a way?" Scarlet's mind was filled with doubts and fear. Had the procedure truly been completed with this devil around? She prayed deeply and silently for Michael to save her from this monster's grasp. Dane’s other hand seized her chin in a bruising grip, forcing her to meet his cold stare. "Open your eyes!" he commanded menacingly. "There will be no point in patching if you refuse to obey me!" "Please let me go!" Scarlet cried out in desperation. "You have exacted your revenge – it’s over! What more do you want?” "Indeed, I have. However, I’ll not stop until your entire body is unrecognizable except for my marks!”

Even though this longing keeps coming to say hello, I still hope to be able to let go of this longing. With you I know, that happy turns out to be as simple as this Aahhh... This warm spring restores me to memories of three years ago. It's been that long but it still sticks in my mind. A sweet girl with a brown hair and hazel eyes haunted my mind. I don't know what magic she did to me cause I can't stop thinking about her. Not to least how long I sat in the Moidef cafe, next to the table on it there were three empty cups that were then filled with coffee in this morning. If she is here, surely she will scold me. I smile considering that. I didn't want to be dissolved in the thoughts, I immediately saw the watch in my hand that had shown a figure of three. Ah... three hours in the spring. Triple hour. I and her. In the spring. Unseen my memory back at the backlash of the past. 15th of December, 2017 ' Let's increase the speed...!' She shouted.

"Hello, I want a divorce." In the third year of her marriage, Roxanne Levine decided to file for divorce. But she did so without telling her husband. Across the desk, the lawyer, Nathaniel Shepherd, responded in a formulaic tone after hearing her intent. "If you wish to proceed with a divorce, both parties need to sign the divorce agreement. After that, there will be a one-month cooling-off period before the divorce is finalized. Did your husband not come with you today?" Roxanne paused for a few seconds. "I'll make sure he signs it." "Very well. I'll draft a divorce agreement for you."

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

After she was dumped by her fiance just when they were about to wed, Bianca's parents decided to arrange for her to be married to Richard Smith, the Alpha's only son, believing it was the best thing for her. But she doesn't want this; going into something as big as marriage with someone she hadn't even seen before. To make matters worse, she learns he is a famous playboy who didn't sleep with the same girl twice. Rage filled her and she ended up in a nightclub. Under the influence of alcohol, she ends up having a passionate one-night stand with a very hot stranger who saved her from being taken advantage of that night. She thought it was just a one-night stand and it would be forgotten, but what if a twist of fate reveals that the hot stranger is none other than the famous playboy, her future husband, Richard Smith? Then what ultimately happens when Richard's long lost ex girlfriend who he never officially broke up with returns, ready to go any length to get back what's hers?

Broken, drunk and dejected at a bar. Valerie met a stranger whom she had a wild, one night session with. She finally decided to leave her five devoted years of marriage to start a new life of fun as a single woman. But just as she began to enjoy her newfound life, she suddenly collapsed at a party."You're " was like a toll of doom to Val. She knew instantly that her life was in ruin, knowing that she was for a stranger. Whilst contemplating whether to keep the or it, She received a call. "Hello stranger" she couldn't mistake that voice for any other person's. It was 'her' stranger.

Having a bad mental health is really suck. Bianca is suffering depression for almost half of the year, she's an architect but she stopped because of her bad mental health. Sa loob nng kalahating taon ay pinipilit niya ang sarili niyang mabuhay para sa mga taong nakapaligid sa kaniya. One nightmuli niyang sinubukan na tapusin ang buhay niya, sinubukan niyang tumalon sa isang mataas na lugar habang duguan ang kaniyang pulsuhan at sa amba niyang pag talong ay agd siyang nahinto nang may kamay na humawak sa kabila niyang kamay. "I always see you in this place and I always notice that your eyes are always swollen"Ani ng binata at inalalayan si Bianca na bumaba. "This is you before right? Why don't you try to be like this again?"Ani niya. Ipinakita ng binata ng masayang mukha ng dalaga noong nakaraang taon lang. "Slowly Close Your Eyes, and hold my hand"

No momento em que Luana Tavares perdeu o bebê, Henrique Ribeiro estava comemorando o retorno de Bianca Monteiro ao país. Três anos ao lado dele—cuidando, se dedicando, sendo parceira—no fim, pra ele, Luana era só uma empregada e cozinheira dentro de casa. Ela se cansou, perdeu a esperança, e decidiu se divorciar. No círculo deles, todo mundo sabia: Luana era famosa por ser igual chiclete, difícil de desgrudar. — Eu aposto que em um dia a Luana volta correndo. — Um dia? Meio dia já é máximo. — Disse Henrique. Assim que assinou o divórcio, Luana decidiu: nunca mais olhar pra trás. Se jogou na nova vida, correu atrás da carreira deixada de lado, se ocupou em conhecer gente nova. Dia após dia, Henrique já não via nem sombra dela em casa. Quando o desespero bateu, numa conferência, Henrique finalmente a viu—ela estava cercada de gente, diferente de antes. Ele foi direto: — Luana, até quando você vai continuar com essa palhaçada?! Dante Siqueira entrou na frente, empurrou Henrique com frieza: — Não encosta na sua cunhada. Henrique nunca amou Luana. E, quando finalmente aprendeu a amar, ela já não tinha mais espaço pra ele.

On Valentine's Day, I set up a candlelit dinner and waited. At 9 PM, my husband, Alfred Johnston, finally texted. [Something came up at work. Don't wait for me.] Then I saw her post. [On a business trip with the CEO for Valentine's Day. Every hotel is fully booked—awkward...] Vivian Bianca, his secretary. Attached was a photo of a guy in a bathrobe, standing by a floor-to-ceiling window. The comments were all 'ooh, CEO's so hot and girl, you're in for a night.' Vivian? Just dropped a smug emoji. So that's what "something came up" meant—a romantic getaway with his secretary. I screenshotted it, posted it on my own feed, and added a smiling emoji. A second later, Alfred called, fuming. "Vivian was joking! Why are you so petty? She's young, not as calculating as you!" I didn't let him finish. "Then let's get a divorce. That way, I won't have to care when you screw around and catch something."

When Emily attended her half sister Chloe's engagement party, she had to listen to Chloe bragging about her fiancé, saying he was the most powerful Alpha in this region. However, when the groom arrived, he walked not to Chloe, but to Emily.... “Hello, my fiancée. The party is about to start, why aren’t you dressed yet?”