Delilah Blue Death

"The moment I realized that I am not the protagonists of my own fairytale." Solving crimes inside the academy is like a puzzle and a chess game. Some will be eaten by hatred, some willbe blinded by love and some will be over powered by emotions . They thought that it was just their only opponent, but they were wrong. Their death is inevitable. Everyday is like a nightmare in disguise— multiple cases need to be solved, some lives will get the justice, but some will be wasted. But their real mission is to protect the Queen, find the cursed child and lastly... destroy the game.

จะเป็นยังไงเมื่อนางร้ายที่เกลียดดอกไม้เข้าไส้ดันมาตกหลุมรักเจ้าของร้านดอกไม้ที่สามารถช่วยสืบเรื่องการเสียชีวิตของแม่เธอในอดีตได้ เจน เจนน่า วินเซอร์ นักแสดงสาวชื่อดังในบทนางร้ายที่คนต่างลือกันว่าร้ายทั้งในจอและนอกจอ หญิงสาวสุดเซ็กซี่ขี้เอาแต่ใจที่หวงความเป็นส่วนตัวและมีปมเกี่ยวกับการเสียชีวิตของแม่เธอในอดีตที่ไม่เคยเล่าให้ใครฟัง ยกเว้นเจ้าของร้านดอกไม้สุดหน่อมแน้มที่ดูจะมีประโยชน์กับเรื่องนี้ ข้าวหอม คนึงนิตย์ ใจงาม เจ้าของร้านดอกไม้สุดเรียบร้อย เธอมีพลังวิเศษบางอย่างเกี่ยวกับดอกไม้ที่เหนือมนุษย์ทั่วไป แต่เพราะต้องสานต่อกิจการร้านดอกไม้ของแม่ ทำให้เธอต้องใส่ถุงมือขณะจับดอกไม้ตลอดเวลา และที่สำคัญพลังของเธอยังสามารถช่วยนางร้ายไขปมในอดีตได้อีกด้วย เมื่อหญิงสาวนิสัยต่างขั้วบังเอิญโคจรมาเจอกัน เรื่องราวความรักจะเกิดขึ้นได้ยังไง เจ้าของร้านดอกไม้คนสวยจะช่วยไขปมปริศนาได้จริงหรือไม่ เงื่อนงำการเสียชีวิตของแม่ดาราสาวจะถูกแก้ไขได้อย่างไร โปรดติดตาม..

"You wanna try and be my medicine, Lilah?” He asked with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try.” I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me.” His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw. “That's what you really want?" I nodded, sighing out a shallow yes, and I could see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous, Lilah, this is your last chance." My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then."

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

My wife was a surgeon. She saved plenty of lives in her career. However, the only person she failed to save was me. When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead. I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.

In my previous life, my husband suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and died instantly in his office. When I arrived at the hospital, all that awaited me was his lifeless body. Overwhelmed with grief, I coughed up blood and was bedridden ever since. On my deathbed, I happened to see a news report—my husband had won a $15 million lottery. Standing beside him at the prize ceremony was none other than my best friend. The shock killed me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband had just died.

They told me an alpha’s daughter must choose a man to take the rank and position of Alpha of her pack. Why? They said I was too fierce, too headstrong, that this was my father's last wish. Was it? They picked out potential partners and pushed their top choice forward.They said he's the best man for the job. Was he? Lies. In this labyrinth of deceit and manipulation, a twisted game of power and betrayal is at play. They think I have nothing but they're wrong. I have two men ready to stand by my side. Julian Knight, my bodyguard. A man they don't realise is ready to d!e for me. And Quade Steele, the Lycan King. A man as dangerously powerful as he is handsome, offers me his partnership. I know he has his own agenda, but what is it? I'll pay any price for revenge because I am the very storm that will destroy them all. I’ll reclaim what’s mine, turn the world on its axis, and become the ultimate master of the very game created to ruin me. My name is Layla Blackwell and I'm nobody's b!tch.

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

My fiancé suddenly announces he's marrying my sister instead. And just as my world collapses, the cold, noble Twinkle Oriven kneels before me with a diamond ring in hand. He confesses he's loved me for years. We get married. For three years, he's gentle, considerate, and flawless in every way. Then, one day, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a friend. "Twinkle, Amelie has everything she has ever wanted. Isn't it time to end this fake marriage?" "Since I can't marry Amelie, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that it keeps her life undisturbed." In the chapel where he prays every day, the wallpaper is covered with one name—Amelie Ashcombe. I hear him pray to the heavens. "May all the good in the world belong to Amelie. I'd trade my own happiness for her peace and joy. I don't ask to have her in the next life… I just want her to remember me." So this is the truth behind three years of a seemingly perfect marriage. I erase my identity and stage a fake death. From now on, Twinkle and I are nothing.