Fanfiction Rice Purity Test Novels & Stories

Rory seethed angrily and Rhea just stared at her friend. "You know what, we will get you out of here, out of that gigantic dress and then you will take the test," Rory said, her tone giving no room for argument, not that Rhea actually wanted to argue, all she wanted to do was take the pregnancy test, have some licorice and sleep forever.

As for his room—He did not want Ethan to find faults in his room. When they were still eating, someone came in. When Ashton noticed, he found an excuse to leave. The result of the purity test of Ethan's product was ready. "How was it?" The person was also unnaturally excited. He handed Ashton a piece of paper. "This is the result. The second I obtained it, I came to you, boss. It has a 94.8% purity. The results are so much better than our other products. "Gordon and the other two are still acting like they're drunk. They are so intoxicated they can't pull themselves out of it.

She remembered Mike’s suspicious words that the test results could be faked. There was an excited nod from Shopia Barney. “You’re my lost Alice. I already knew that. The test wasn’t necessary either.” Mike and Mika on the other hand rolled their eyes simultaneously. They felt that Mrs. Barney was a stupid woman. A deep sense of loss could have caused excessive hallucinations. Blood relationship could not be determined from the tendency of susceptible feelings but needed to be proven from the DNA paternity test results. Shopia gripped Fay’s hand tightly. She was afraid that if she let go for a moment, the daughter she had worked so hard to find would disappear again.

“But Beatrice didn’t just have a son. She had a sister. My mother.” I walked to the desk and grabbed the legal document Julian had given us. I didn’t sign it. Instead, I tore it in half. “Victoria? What are you doing?” Zander asked. “I’m not playing defense anymore,” I said, the “Pure” Vermon ice taking over my voice. “Julian wants to talk about ‘damaged goods’? Let’s talk about the original source. Aris, run a comparison between my DNA and the samples we have of Julian’s ‘Pure’ Vermon line. Not for a disease.”

Looking through it felt like communing with ghosts, with all the monarchs and nobles she'd helped destroy to secure her throne. Ysoria opened it slowly, pages crackling, the smell of old leather and older paper filling her nose. Her fingers traced down lists of names and dates, genealogical charts that branched like trees, blood purity percentages that would mean nothing to anyone who didn't understand the old ways. She found the section on testing protocols first. Page after page of methodology: resonance testing using crystallized moonstone, elemental alignment through runic arrays, bloodline strength measured by— There. Her breath caught.

she demands, putting her hand out in front of him. When Rowan doesn't hand it to her, she snatches the test from him and looks, her eyes glued to the lines. None of us says anything. I don’t know what to say. What do you say to the woman who is dying to have her mate’s child but can't, and you somehow are? “Ar—are you sure?” Her gaze lifts to mine, her eyes watering, but no tears fall. My chest tightens, I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole as punishment for my recklessness and stupidity. “You should take another one.” “I did,” I swallow. “Three out of four are positive.”

“This is Elio’s handwriting. Dated months before his death.” I leaned closer. “Read it out. I need to hear it too.” Rhydian cleared his throat. “It starts with plans. He writes about simulating the mate bond. Using forbidden blood alchemy to fake the connection.” I felt my stomach drop. “Fake it? Keep reading.” He turned the page. “He says the bond was never real. He used old rituals to make the scents match and the pull feel strong. It was all to gain power and trust.”

Wow How dare Alice speak like that, even though her voice trembled slightly. "You think you can trick me with your trash confession?" Ralin stepped forward with his arms crossed. Alice looked scared and stepped back to enter the bathroom, "stop!" "I-I'm not bragging, here-this is proof, I bought this to test if I'm pregnant or not." Alice showed the test pack in her hand. Ralin seized it and read the results. Negative, "You're not pregnant." "Yes, but I've been corrupted by Master Kenzi," Plaque Heat spread quickly on Aice's white skin, which turned red. Ralin lost his temper with Aice. She already considered a younger sister, given whatever she wants, but she wants her husband too.

"My sight was restored by her touch. Is that the work of an abomination?" Silas leaned forward, his eyes milky with age but sharp with political cunning. "Even if she is what you say, the Trial of Purity is not just a test of power. It is a test of lineage. If she cannot prove her soul is untainted by the darkness of her father’s house, the Council will execute her. And they will take your eyes again, Lucas. Permanently." Audrey looked at Lucas. He hadn't told her that part. He was risking his very senses—the thing he had just regained—to stand by her.

Risa says. “ The child doesn't die. If you are a Real Risa then you could have known but you are not.” The woman taps the table with her fingers. She turns to Alex "Alex if you still don't believe me, at this instant you can check for the paternity test." Alex looks at the boy. Without hesitation, Alex takes his cell phone and makes a call. A group comes and takes a sample of blood from them.