Burst Blood Vessel In Finger の小説・ストーリー

Saratan: I lost everything when my celebrity boyfriend decided to dump me for a more…popular actress. I lost my dignity, my safety, my apartment, my savings… you name it. I was at rock bottom and then sunshine came flooding my way. Do I call it sunshine though? Being recruited against my will as a blood vessel and then indebted to a recluse vampire who ‘saved’ my life, is that sunshine? Dregen: My kind decided to make our existence known to humans and offered a ‘hand of friendship’ which they more or less grumblingly accepted but I do know for sure that the Vampire Royalties wants a little more than to just co-exist with what we call, “Preys.” Power…Power is their Ultimate target b

"I’m not angry," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I’m focused." "On what?" He walked toward her, and for the first time, Giovanni felt her wolf howl in warning. She backed up until her heels hit the edge of the massive bed. "On the reason you’re here," he said. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her throat—not to choke her, but to force her to look at him. "Do you have any idea what you’re worth to me, Giovanni?" "I... I love you, Russell. I’ll be the best Luna I can—" "I don't need a Luna," he interrupted, his face inches from hers. His breath smelled of expensive bourbon. "I need an heir. A strong, Alpha-blooded heir to secure my legacy against my brother and the council.

“This child has no wolf!” These were the words that began the nightmare of Vanessa Novastra, the daughter of the Alpha and Luna of Moonlight pack–Lucian and Victoria Novastra, on her 18th birthday. Although she was loved and protected by her parents, fate's cruel fingers tore them away from her. Her pack turned on her and her mate rejected her for her bully. Given an opportunity to escape, Vanessa is now burdened with two choices: unveil the truth behind her parents death, a perilous journey, or journey the city of Luminara to live a life in the city of Crimson Sands.

Rachael Quincy's life changes when she comes across Ethan Frost. Everything she has known turns out to be false. She isn't the ordinary human she thought she was.... She was much more! The worst of all, she is forced into a contract marriage she couldn't reject and a love interest that slowly pulls her to her doom. With her enemies approaching, Rachael must discover herself, fight and make the ultimate decision to protect those she has come to love or watch the world die?

He took her innocence in the most humiliating way possible, then used her body as a vessel to secure his heir. Now, years later, the broken girl he discarded has returned as Dr. Elara Voss. A brilliant, untouchable genius doctor whose beauty and power make powerful men kneel. The cold billionaire who once viewed her as nothing more than breeding stock is now the one begging at her feet, desperate for a second chance. But Elara has spent years sharpening her claws. She has his child, his secrets, and the perfect plan for revenge. Will she destroy the man who shattered her… or will the fire between them consume them both?

My fiance, Luca Rossi, cuts off my finger with a cigar cutter to seize Ossuary Signet, my famiglia heirloom. Afterward, he parades it like a trophy and slips the ring onto the finger of Sofia Constanzo, the heiress of the Constanzo famiglia. He mocks me openly. "An orphan like you has no right to wear the ring meant for the future Donna of the Rossi famiglia." Sofia lifts her hand to flaunt the ring, feigning concern as she says, "Alessia, don't be angry. At worst, I will have Luca compensate you with a golden finger later." Everyone present watches me as a joke, yet I laugh out loud. I wipe away my tears and start to applaud. "Congratulations, Luca. You traded one of my fingers for the

"I’ll marry you... but only if you save my mother," Melinda Jason whispered, her voice trembling with raw desperation as she stood before the intimidating billionaire Stanley Stewart. He looked at her with cold piercing eyes and replied, “Fine. But you’ll give me an heir. That’s the only reason I need a wife.” She ran to him with guts and reckless hope, signing the contract marriage that promised to save her dying mother. On their wedding night, however, Stanley tore away her virginity in the most humiliating way possible. “You’re nothing but a vessel,” he said coldly as he took her without emotion, leaving her shattered and bleeding on silk sheets. “Don’t expect love. This is a tra

Because of her first love's piano competition, my fiancee, Ashley Blake, postpones our wedding for the 17th time seven years into our relationship. On the eve of the competition, she chops off my ring finger just because Marc Tyson claims I injured his hand and ruined his ability to compete. The pain of losing my finger leaves me crying in agony, but she simply holds him in her arms and stares me down with indifferent eyes. She says, "Stop pretending, Troy Clinton. You're a grown man. What's all this fuss over losing a finger? Besides, you merely lost one finger. Marc has lost the dream he spent his whole life chasing! This is what you owe him." Her cruel words shatter my heart into tiny

Evelyn Marceau entered her marriage to the ruthless Alistair Thorne with nothing but raw sincerity and a reckless sort of hope. She endured his coldness, believing that the life growing inside her would finally thaw the ice around the billionaire tycoon's heart. Then she found the contract. To Alistair, she wasn’t a wife. She was a breeding vessel—a low-risk variable bought to secure the Thorne bloodline and lock down a trillion-dollar corporate empire against his mafia rivals. The moment the heir was born, she was to be stripped of her child and discarded. Shattered but refusing to let her child become a corporate pawn, Evelyn vanished into a rain-slicked night without a trace.

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold