Itachi Eyes Bleeding Novels & Stories

Betrayed by her husband, broken by his lies, Serena Caldwell’s world shatters when a car crash steals her three-year-old son, Liam. Pleading for help, she calls Ethan Warrick fifty times, only to hear his cruel dismissal: “I’m at your sister’s kid’s party. Call me when you’re dead.” Left bleeding, her son dying, Serena learns Ethan’s cheating with her sister Mia—the same sister who planned the crash with their scheming mother to bury dark secrets. As Liam’s life fades, Ethan refuses to save him, his cold voice sealing her grief: “I’ll plan the funeral.” Saved by a blood transfusion from Lucas, Ethan’s “evil” stepbrother and sworn rival, Serena wakes to a fire for revenge. Uncovering lies—her husband’s affair, her son’s murder, her own sold-at-birth past—she teams with Lucas, whose dangerous gaze ignites forbidden sparks. But as secrets unravel and their passion burns, can Serena destroy Ethan’s billionaire empire without losing her heart to the one man she shouldn’t want?

"Some things are meant to be ruined, Stranger. I'd like to ruin your innocence"..... Becca is a "Good Girl" with a clear plan: finish her Home Science degree, keep her head down, and live by the Word. Her life is a collection of modest skirts, silent prayers, and the steady hum of her sewing machine. But when Josh—the untouchable "King of NUAT"—stumbles into her textile lab bleeding and hunted, Becca’s carefully stitched world begins to unravel. Josh is ambitious, dangerous, and hiding a secret that could burn the entire campus to the ground. He didn’t mean to drag the quiet "Church Girl" into his war, but after one desperate, stolen kiss in a dark closet, the damage is done. To the campus, she’s his new obsession. To his enemies, she’s the perfect leverage. Now, Becca is no longer a ghost in the halls. She’s a target. With a sinister voice from the shadows claiming that "Stitches don't hide secrets," Becca must decide if she can trust the man who used her to survive—or if the boy she saved is the one who will ultimately destroy her. In a jungle like NUAT, even the purest soul can get caught in the thorns.

My name is Oliver Blaese. I have an IQ of 145, a hacker's instincts, a mouth I can’t keep shut, and a list of men who shouldn’t be allowed to keep breathing. The courts won’t touch them. The press won’t do their jobs. So I find a Russian mercenary the size of a small building who runs the most lethal black-ops team in the world, and I make him an offer. He says yes. He also says other things. "On your knees." "Mine." Things in Russian he doesn’t bother to translate, that I look up later while bleeding from a cut he’s put his mouth on. Things I shouldn’t enjoy as much as I do. By the time the world is paying attention, the Syndicate is hunting us, my MI6 mother knows exactly what I’ve been doing, and Kirill is the only person who knows where every part of me lives. I don’t regret a single name. I don’t regret a single bullet. I definitely don’t regret him. MM dark romance. Heavy kink. Hard violence. Earned HEA.

For six years I was locked in the pack's lightless dungeon, bled day after day to keep the Alpha alive. The day they finally dragged me out, I was barely breathing. But the Alpha just looked at me and said, "My poison was actually cured within the first six months. It's just that the moonflower in Selene's garden needs she-wolf blood to bloom — it helps her conceive. Your blood wasn't wasted." My brother Damien spoke like he was doing me a favor. "We've known all along. You bullied Selene for years. Call this a small punishment." My parents stood off to the side, looking at me with open impatience. "We were going to keep you locked up longer. But Selene miscarried because of you. She can't have children anymore. So we're letting you out — to carry an heir for her." Six years of bleeding for the Alpha had hollowed me out. I had less than a month left to live. What the Alpha would never know was why I'd been willing to bleed myself dry for him. Because I was the one the Moon Goddess had chosen as his mate.

Ayo who is of beta blood has her family slaughtered, is taken prisoner by the Alpha of the full moon pack and made a slave, and Omega. The lowest of the lows in the pack. She works hard to get posted in the Alpha house just for one reason. Revenge. It's all that she can think about. All that she knows. She works on a plan to kill the Alpha without exposing her deep dark secret, or she would definitely be killed. Alpha Cross, the self proclaimed Alpha King of the Werewolves. A power hungry and crazy ruler who wants to be the sole Alpha of all dimensions. Wanting to be more powerful and ruthless than his father before him. He is cursed by a bleeding mother whom he had just killed her child, to become rabid and lose control of his wolf underneath the full moon, a time when werewolves are at their strongest. In his first episode, he kills his Luna by accident and is from then on termed "The Alpha Who Killed His Mate". A wolf only gets one mate, right? Imagine his shock and surprise when he runs into a lowly slave girl who despises him and utters the word "MATE". And she is the only way to break his curse.

My family sold me for $10 million. For three years, I was Dominic Winter's dirty secret—locked in his basement, bleeding twice a week to keep the ruthless billionaire alive. While I slowly died in the basement, he planned his wedding with my sister. The night he touched me, and whispered that I was his salvation, making me believe I mattered—I was pathetic enough to believe his words. However, I heard him tell his mother the truth one night: "She's just a medical necessity. Handle her with care." That was all I was to him—a medical necessity. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. I ran. Six years later, I'm Dr. Bree Roberts—the world-renowned scientist he's been desperately searching for. I have our son. I have my freedom. I have the only cure that can save his dying life. Now Dominic Winter is on his knees, begging. But the girl he destroyed? She's dead. And the woman who rose from those ashes? She's going to make him pay for every drop of blood he took.

The day that was supposed to be her happiest turned out to be her worst nightmare. The man that she had dedicated her life to, turned out to the complete opposite of her expectation.On the eve of her wedding day, she learned that she was just a pawn in the man's game of raising to power. The man she had been proud to call her future husband did not love her one bit. She was supposed to smile and pretend that everything was okay when in real sense, her heart was bleeding to the extent that she could not breath.Having been framed by her husband's mistress for killing her unborn child, Ella was forced to leave the city or face life imprisonment. But after starting her life over, she realized that she was pregnant, because on their wedding night, the man who hated her had actually gone to her room and made love to her.***Five years, Ella returns with her five babies, ready to take on the world. But she never imagined that her little babies had a mission of their own, until a a man she thought she would never seen again stood in front of her and said; "Thank you for the cute babies darling, now, will you marry me?"

Who pulls the trigger with their eyes closed? Perhaps someone as crazy as me. That was in beginning of my trouble. The look in Dante's eyes sent chills down my spine, I wanted him to look at me differently, but in his eyes I could see that he wanted nothing more than for my blood to be spilled, the darkness in his eyes seemed untamable, but not for me, I was going to tame that darkness even if it was the last thing I do. Soon he would only have love for me in his eyes, soon.

In the Nightfang Clan, Asha Ravenshade is a ghost. she is a "living curse" born of a forbidden union between an Alpha and a condemned witch. For twenty-two years, she has survived on scraps and shadows, her burgeoning magic suppressed by fear. But the moon has a different plan. Everything changes during a border ambush when Asha finds Kael Varynx, the cold and lethal Alpha of the rival Silvercrest Clan, bleeding out under a broken oak. One touch of her hand triggers an explosion of moonfire that heals his fatal wounds and awakens a bond that shouldn’t exist. The verdict: Mates. Accused of treason by her own pack and hunted for the power she doesn't understand, Asha is traded like a political pawn to the enemy she just saved. But Kael is a man of strategy, not sentiment. While the mate bond pulls them together with an agonizing intensity, a centuries-old prophecy begins to unravel the world around them. As the Blood Moon approaches, Asha’s true identity is weaponized by the man who hates her most: her own father, Alpha Darian Blackthorn. With two clans on the brink of war and a land reacting violently to her presence, Asha must choose: Will she remain the ash of her father’s sins, or will she become the Moonbound queen destined to bring the Alphas to their knees?

"Don’t call me by that name. Camila Wilson died on the very night you tore the canvas of her life to pieces." Damian Xavier, a heartless titan of industry, committed the greatest mistake of his life: he cast away his pregnant wife for the sake of his cold ambition. Five years later, Damian has become obsessed with a ghost. He is haunted by the masterpieces of a mysterious painter known only as Sheina Blake. Sheina’s paintings are ethereal and haunting, bleeding with the raw emotions of betrayal and magnificent rebirth. Damian is willing to pour out millions just for a chance to meet the artist, hoping her soul-stirring work can fill the void rotting inside him. Little does he know, Sheina Blake is Camila Wilson—the ex-wife he once deemed worthless. The woman he discarded like trash has now become the only deity he worships. When fate finally brings them face-to-face, Damian doesn't find the fragile girl he once broke. He stands before Sheina Blake—a cold, powerful woman who has everything, including a genius son who holds au paintbrush with the same lethal authority Damian uses to rule his empire. "You wish to buy my work, Mr. Xavier? Unfortunately, you will never be able to afford the price of the pain captured in these strokes."