Novel & Cerita Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform

"Some princes are born to rule. Others are born to kneel." Crown Prince Caelum Salutregui was raised to be humanity's perfect weapon—diplomatic, deadly, and utterly devoted to destroying the vampire empire. What he wasn't raised to know? He's vampire royalty himself. When the Ashan Federation offers him as a "peace tribute" to the very monsters he's sworn to hate, Caelum expects torture, death, maybe both. He doesn't expect General Velis Drayke—a sadist in uniform who sees right through his royal mask to the defiant soul beneath. But in the Crimson Dominion, submission is statecraft and pleasure is politics.

I was a genius alchemist, but my mate, Alpha Clark, engineered my failure 99 times, shattering my reputation. He siphoned my very soul 99 times to gift it to another she-wolf, Layla, molding her into the Alchemy Master I was meant to be. He claimed Layla was his savior, that he owed her his life. It wasn't until I uncovered his betrayal and severed our bond that he learned the truth: I was the one who had saved him. Those scars on my back—the ones he scorned? They were the price I paid for his life. After I walked away, he knelt for 99 days, begging for me to return. But some betrayals can never be forgiven.

Gregory Stevens, a newly arrived student at Blackwood International College, mysteriously disappears from the elite private school. Erik Wilson must track him down without anyone knowing that they are hackers. With every clue that Erik discovers the lines become more and more blurred surrounding Gregory, and who he truly might be. The first clue he finds is a half-burned cryptic note that reads "Ric$40" written on top of Gregory's uniform in his dorm room. That same clue appears on Gregory's smartwatch as well. The realm of hacking knows his name and invites him to join in, and play.

Liora Rhodes has nothing - a crumbling apartment, an empty bank account, and a metal box her mother left behind with one brutal instruction: find the truth. What she finds instead is Damian Hawthorne. A Billonaire. Ruthless. The man who built his empire on the grave of her brother Elias. Liora has to choose: finish what she came to do, or trust and love the man she was never supposed to want. Some Truth don’t set you free. They just change who’s holding the gun.

Military Contract Marriage - A Twist Of Fate. Caught in a ruthless conspiracy, Diana lost her fidelity to her husband and was mocked and divorced. "You think I'd let you destroy my son's life? You barren chick!" Her mother-in-law who hated her so much because she couldn't give birth to a child mocked. Stabbed in the back by people she called family, Diana was ravished by a gigolo one fateful night and was divorced and got kicked out of the place she called home. Fast forward seven years later, now a four-star general and a senior military medical officer, Diana gets the surprise of her life when she gets entangled with the five star general through a military contract marriage. On the other hand, her ex-husband is desperate to do anything to remarry Diana since he was convinced he fathered the kids! Diana has the looks, power, money and three adorable children. So, what else could she ever ask for? Definitely not a man to mess up things for her! But, how will she explain to the five star general that it's a mere coincidence her kids are carbon copy of him?

She tended to her in-laws, using her dowry to support the general's household. But in return, he sought to marry the female general as a reward for his military achievements. Barrett Warren sneered. "Thanks to the battles Aurora and I fought and our bravery against fierce enemies, you have such an extravagant lifestyle. Do you realize that? You'll never be as noble as Aurora. You only know how to play dirty tricks and gossip with a bunch of ladies." Carissa Sinclair turned away, resolutely heading to the battlefield. After all, she hailed from a military family. Just because she cooked and cleaned for him didn't mean she couldn't handle a spear!

I've been engaged to my boyfriend, Evan Shaw, for five years. He's a military commander, which is probably why he has delayed our wedding 56 times so far. The first delay has occurred because one of his female soldiers, Chloe Brooks, has gotten injured. Evan needs to rush back to the military camp due to the incident, which causes the wedding to be delayed. The second delay has occurred because Chloe has received a promotion. After sending me to the church's entrance, Evan quickly leaves with the celebratory gifts. … The 56th delay has occurred halfway throughout the ceremony. Apparently, Chloe has called Evans on the phone and crying about her break-up. Of course, Evan gets ready to ditch me at the altar without hesitation. I've begged him to not leave me, only for him to remove my hand coldly. "We can always delay the wedding. The thing is, Chloe wants to jump off a building right now because she's gotten her heart broken. How could you ever compare the importance of your wedding to the life of a nation's pride?" Evan has told me before that if I want to become a military wife, I need to have a higher endurance limit than others. I need to get used to the fact that he prioritizes others before me. But I've never even had a proper wedding of my own. How can I be considered a military wife just yet? So, I submit an application that makes me a covert operative that needs to be transferred back into the government's ranks. But after I've left, Evan breaks down in tears. With the wedding ring in hand, he tries to make it up to me by promising to complete the unfinished wedding ceremony with me.

My husband was a senior military officer and a hardcore military fanatic. When I went into labor and my life was at risk, I begged him to sign the consent form for an emergency C-section. Instead, he looked at me coldly and asked, “What’s the maximum cruising speed of a Boeing 747? Answer correctly, and I’ll sign.” Later, my body tore from the prolonged labor, and our son suffocated to death. He said calmly, as if reciting a fact, “One thousand one hundred and twenty-seven kilometers per hour. Remember that?” At that moment, I looked at his indifferent expression and realized that I no longer loved him. With that, I left behind the divorce papers and disappeared from his life. “Felix, the military-illiterate wife you were ashamed of will never come back.”

Benson Taylor lives a life built on precision, secrecy, and control. A former military sniper turned highly sought-after hitman, he operates in the shadows of New York City, leaving no witnesses, no evidence - and no room in his life for love. Andie is everything Benson is not. Warm, hopeful, and full of life, she spends most of her days running a small Williamsburg juice bar and dreaming of the one thing she doesn't yet have; someone to share her life with. When a chance encounter brings them together, the connection is instant... and impossible to ignore. But Benson carries a dangerous secret. The man Andie can't stop thinking about is the very man responsible for the murder that happened just outside her shop. A man who kills for a living. As their worlds collide and feels grow stronger, Benson faces a choice he never expected to make: continue the life he's always known... or risk everything for the woman who could change it all. Because love might be the one job he can't walk away from. And when the truth finally comes out, Andie will have to decide if the man she's falling for is worth the danger that follows him.

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.