Huge Spoiler Novels & Stories

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo

Jake said coldly, bringing my attention back to our fight. Victor narrowed his eyes and laughed. He raised his hands and sent another blast toward us. My shield held it back, but it was a hard one. I was panting, trying to keep the blast away. As soon as the blast was over, my shield fell down. I couldn’t hold it up. Victor smirked and riled up his magic again. I didn’t have the time to raise a shield, but Jake and Aria reacted. They knocked Victor’s spell out of the way.

Shiraishi glared at Collin. “Oh, I’ll show you foul-mouthed. You, cocksucking ass clown fuckwad reverse Oedipus toxic blue waffle shit for brains who barely has enough brain cells to rub together to form a thought.” I scoffed, throwing as many curses as possible into one sentence. Collin snickered while Mr. Shiraishi went white as a ghost. But as the shock of my little tangent wore off, his face turned red with anger. “GET OUT!” He shouted, pointing back to the elevators.

Warning: There are some inappropriate scenes in this chapter. If you are underage or against that, you can skip to the second half of the story. Still in this chapter. Don't worry, you'll still understand the story. -------------- Here I was, getting all emotional because of a movie. It was so cute.

Revoke sophomore scholarship funding. The secret was compromised. Her mother hadn't believed her flawless performance at the gala for a single second. Portia collapsed slightly against the edge of the mahogany desk, her fingers gripping the surveillance papers so hard they wrinkled. A cold sweat broke out across her neck. The trap wasn't just closing; it was already set to snap shut and completely destroy Antonia's entire life. With her mind racing in pure panic, Portia realized her campus armor was no longer enough. To save the girl she loved, she would have to play a much deadlier game directly against her own mother.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

a dagger running across his throat shut him up immediately as he fell to his knees. Trix’s world became silent, her heartbeat the only thing that she could hear. A ticking time bomb it was, one that had beat just as loud somewhere else. This was déjà vu, something similar had happened. This reminder shifted something in her a shift that started with her next words. “Well good riddance, he would have ruined the whole party,” she said glancing away from the dead corpse and towards the princess. “I know right,” she said on her infinite amount of glasses.

"Well, he told me just in case I spoiled his surprise... he said, Tell him not to wait for me, people will have a wrong interpretation, so... don't wait for him. He also said, focus on what is goal, for you'll never know even if you're a tiger and the other guy is a puma, he's still the lion and just waiting to devour the two of you for his precious kitten, that's all." He laughed. "He's still into that, uh..." "Yes, I have to go now." He smiled at him. "Thank you." After two weeks, he saw the familiar card once again. Rovi was so overwhelmed that he can't hide his excitement. Out of blue, he dialed the number of Hael. "I think she already remember me." he said when Hael answered his call. "

"Let go! This is the future of thirty-nine students!" "I don't need your charity! I'll prove that pink works just fi—" Ms. Ashby yanked hard, and her foot slipped, her skirt tangling around her ankles. Everyone only had time to watch her pitch backward. A shriek rang out, and she toppled into the decorative fountain behind her, the entire stack of admission tickets clutched to her chest. By the time they pulled her out, every last ticket in her arms had been reduced to a soggy, disintegrating mess.

And from the sky, a new notification appeared, flashing in a blood-red light. GENRE SHIFT DETECTED: TRAGIC REVENGE ARC INITIATED.