Foul Start Chapter 15 Mga Nobela at Kwento

The chapter ends with Jade plunged into the pool, symbolizing the complete immersion into danger, betrayal, and Scarlett’s unrelenting fury. ❤️ Chapter 65: The First Clash Jade struggles to survive the pool attack, nearly losing consciousness. Kain intervenes at the last moment, rescuing her with strength and authority. His declaration, “Keep your hands off my wife,” shifts the dynamic instantly, asserting ownership and protecting Jade from Scarlett’s wrath. Scarlett is stunned, her fury now colliding with disbelief as Kain becomes the shield Jade needs. The chapter closes with Jade finding brief, fragile safety in Kain’s embrace, setting up the emotional and romantic escalation while Scarle

He had one hand around her throat and the other grabbing her amulet with fascination. The man turned his head, glancing at me for only a moment. Faith struggled beneath him, reaching for his head to use her magic, but he was too fast. He slammed his fist into Faith’s face and jumped to his feet. The sickening crunch echoed in my head; each time I heard it, I grew angrier and angrier. His hand wrapped around her ankle, and he began to run, dragging her limp body behind him, but she was a fighter, and he only made it a few steps before she woke and started kicking.

My eyes scanned the field for Dexter, but I didn't see him. The battlefield descended into chaos. Claws clashed against steel. Spells shattered the sky. Witches held the line, their chants ringing like battle hymns. Fire and frost danced across the ridge as Lila and her coven unleashed the old magics. I tore through the corrupted wolves, their snarls drowned beneath the thunder of paws and the clash of steel. Around me, the Deathclaw army surged forward like a living tide—relentless, united. And then— It stopped.

Next Step: * Should we move to Chapter 11, where Iza starts leaking Dark’s secrets to his rivals, or should we have a scene where Dark tries to "buy" her forgiveness with an even more lavish gesture—like bringing her father to the penthouse?

"Keep your neck clean... I'm coming for it myself." (End of Chapter 158)

The nervousness swirling within me cracks open and courses through my marrow, causing even my running legs to shudder and nearly trip. Barging into Zeath’s room, the guy himself seems startled that I came in such manner, his usually narrow eyes now wide-open with shock. My whole body stops moving as I just stare at him. Then, in the next second, without even realizing what’s going on, my fingers suddenly form fists. I lunge at Zeath’s bed, my voice stretching far as I yell out, “YOU BASTARD!” The first punch hits his arm. Then my fist targets another side of his body that’s not bandaged before he grips it strongly, his lips tilted up in a smile.

Lucas rolled on top of her again, already hard once more, spreading her legs with his knee. “Then let’s start the next chapter.” And the fire began again — hot, dirty, and out of control, exactly the way they wanted it. The End.

Roxy and I move better now, having found some rhythm, but we are still no match for Rhea and Yuri's seamless coordination. As we approach the midpoint of the course, I see Yuri pass Rhea in the tag zone, their hands connecting in a perfect exchange of the relay baton. Something inside me snaps at the sight of their fingers touching and lingering for a second too long. I veer from my lane, deliberately angling toward Yuri as he rounds the bend. Our shoulders collide hard, and I put my full Alpha strength behind the impact. Yuri stumbles, nearly falling, sand kicking up around his boots as he fights to stay upright.

Ryan stormed out with the boy without another word. Jessica scrambled to her feet, ignoring the discomfort of her pregnant belly, and chased after him. Linda shot me a vicious glare. Then she picked up the contract and slapped it right in my face. "Michael, a million dollars ought to buy the rest of your life, don't you think? That boy is coming into this family. You stay out of it." I watched the two of them walk away, feeling dazed. I bent down and picked up the torn pieces of the agreement.