Bleach Thousand-year Blood War Manga

In her third year of dating Jackson Hunter, the cool and proud Lumina Walker took out a secret loan of one million dollars to repay his debt. She even resorted to performing stripteases in a bar. Everything changed when she overheard a shocking conversation between him and his friends. "You're ruthless even to yourself! Just to get back at Lumina, you pretended to be a bartender for three years, tricked her into taking out a loan for you, and used her nude video as collateral. You even got her to strip at your bar! " "If she ever found out that you're the loan shark and own the bar she stripped at… She'd probably drop dead from anger right there and then!" another chimed in. Celia Price was Lumina's living nightmare, her tormentor for nine years since their middle school days—relentless bullying, harassment, and abuse. The painful twist? Celia was Jackson's secret love all along—for a decade, to be exact. Yet Lumina didn't cry, didn't fight back. So when her Uncle Howard called and ordered her to marry the mute oldest son of the powerful Morgan family from Crown City, she agreed without hesitation.

"Who is the father of that child, Azalea?" "That's none of your business at all." "You won't be going anywhere until you answer my question. Who else have you been sleeping with besides me!?" "'Sleeping'!? If you remember, Ikaros Alexandrovich, you pinned me down in the kitchen, in a standing position, facing the cabinet, and you did all those disgusting things with me! That's not exactly 'sleeping'! But it was my first and only experience, dammit!"

When I'm eight months pregnant, my husband, Levi West, becomes a donor to help his ex-girlfriend get pregnant. He even brings her and their illegitimate child home, wanting me to serve them. I refuse, and he calls me inhumane. "Audie's lost her husband—what's so bad about her wanting to have a child? You're a woman, too! How can you be so cruel?" I leave the house in anger, but Levi doesn't care. "Where can a country girl like you go when you're so heavily pregnant? You're going to come back and beg me to take you in again!" I head to the hospital to get an abortion. Then, I return to the countryside and rear pigs with my grandmother. Later, when Levi sees my flat belly and asks to see our child, I throw a handful of ashes in his face. "There you go. It's all there."

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.

I was twelve when Henry Shaw took me home from the orphanage, gave me a new name, put me through school, and gave me a good life. Ten years later, his first love returned from abroad. Her name sounded like mine, and her face looked like a mirror image. I quickly realized I had been a stand-in all along. Crushing the diagnosis in my pocket, I decided that I was going to live the rest of my life for myself, even if I did not have much time left.

I'm having a mental breakdown as I face a clogged drain with my feverish and fussing daughter in my arms. Meanwhile, my husband has reserved a hotel to celebrate another woman's birthday. My mother-in-law spits on the floor. "This is what you deserve. You can't even capture a man's heart!" I clench a fist around the winning lottery ticket in my pocket. I want to get a divorce.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."

WARNING! Read at your own risk! Contains scenes and languages that is not suitable for young readers.. Adam Nicollai Evans, isang tanyag na architect sa buong mundo, isang jet fighter pilot captain ng airforce at isang secret agent ng isang organisasyon na tumutugis sa mga halang ang bituka. Pero ang hindi alam ng lahat, isa s'yang mafia successor ng kanilang pamilya sa father side- ang pamilya Devochë - Evans mula sa Italya. Lumaki si Nicollai sa karahasan mula sa mga kamay ng kan'yang lolo na ama ng kan'yang ina. Maagang namatay ang kan'yang ama dahil sa aksidente, kung kaya ang lolo nila ang kasa-kasama nilang tatlo ng ina at kapatid na lalaki. Ginagamit nito ang kan'yang ina para mapasunod s'ya sa gusto ng matanda. Sa murang edad isa na s'yang halimaw dahil sa kagagawan ng kan'yang lolo. Along the way of his revenge to his grandfather, he meet Michelle Antonette, isang simpleng nurse na nagtatrabaho sa isang hospital sa Cebu. Nagkaroon sila ng ugnayan at naging magkasintahan. Naging masaya, ngunit dumating sa punto na kailangang iwan ni Nicollai si Michelle para sa kaligtasan nito. Binalaan s'ya ng kan'yang lolo na papatayin nito si Michelle kapag ipinagpatuloy n'ya ang pakikipag relasyon dito. Iniwan n'ya ang dalaga ng walang pasabi. Pero paano kung ang babaeng pilit n'yang iniligtas mula sa kan'yang lolo ay s'ya pala ang may malaking kaugnayan sa kan'yang nakaraan? Paano nila mapapatawad ang isat-isa kung masyado nang malalim ang sugat na idinulot ng nakaraan. Mangingibabaw kaya ang pagmamahal sa galit nila sa isat-isa? Ano ang mga pagsubok na haharapin nilang dalawa.

Kahit na nagbalik ang Supreme Warrior sa Middle Province upang mamuhay ng payapa, minamaliit pa rin siya ng lahat. Sa araw ng kanyang kasal, sa isang kumpas lang ng kanyang kamay, dumating ang Nine Great Gods of War at tinawag nila siya na master...