Memories In The Rain Bleach

I gave my husband everything—my love, my loyalty, my future. But to him, I was just a fool to be used, a wife to be discarded. The night he threw me out in the rain, pregnant and broken, his mistress smirked as the door slammed shut. And when my baby died from the cruelty of their betrayal, I made a vow over that tiny coffin: I would bury them both beside my child. Then I met Rolin McCarty—the most dangerous man in the country. Ruthless. Powerful. Who is willing to help me burn my husband’s world to the ground. Alex thought he broke me. But he only awakened something worse. And now? Now, he’ll wish he’d killed me when he had the chance.

I didn't just break the rules; I unraveled them. One rain-slicked night in Edinburgh, I fell into the arms of a stranger who tasted like rain and dangerous secrets. No names, no strings—just a kiss that should have stayed in the shadows. Then Monday morning happened. ​The man from the alley? He isn’t a mystery anymore. He’s Professor Alistair Reid, and he's the only thing standing between me and my engineering degree. He says we have to be strangers. He says there are boundaries. But every time our hands brush over a silk sample in the lab, I know he’s lying. ​In the world of high-stakes textiles, the strongest threads are the ones that are hidden. But when obsession starts to fray the edges of our lives, who’s going to be the one to let go first?

Little wolf believes she can run, thinks she can hide from me! Silly little wolf, doesn't she know we will always find her! There is no place on God's green earth, my brother, and I will not chase her too! Just to see the tears rain from her pretty blue eyes as we, yet againdestroy everything she holds dear and watch from the shadows as she isforced to return home- to us! To her destiny! Text: You can run, but you can't hide little wolf!***Blamed for the brutal murder of the pack's Alpha, Aurora was forced to flee the only home she had ever known and leave behind the man she loved for fear of his twin brother, the man she was meant to marry and his insatiable need for revenge!

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

In an empty white space a black haired boy with pentagrams in his eyes is laying in the floor looking at what looks like galaxy swirls. he swipes one of his hands and a swirl disappeared. " How boring " it was this very statement that lead to his journey in search of his memories

On the night of her anniversary, Anna Santos walks into her boyfriend’s bedroom wearing the red dress her best friend helped her choose… only to find them together in his bed. Humiliated and betrayed, she runs into the rain—and into the life of Xavier Cortez, a powerful CEO known for his cold control and untouchable reputation. Weeks later, the world is shocked when Xavier announces his bride. No one expected it to be Anna. Not her ex. Not her former best friend. Not even Xavier himself. What begins as a contract marriage soon turns into something far more complicated as Anna steps into a world of power, pressure, and hidden expectations. But when her past resurfaces and threatens everything she’s built… will she remain the wife they never expected— or the woman no one can replace?

Mark Alvarez spent his childhood as the unwanted werewolf of the Delphic Pack; growing up he was excluded and had no ally or friend to call his own, and parts of his memories missing since the age of seven. With many behavioral issues he remained on the outskirts of the pack, until the night his wolf awakened on his eighteen birthday. A truth long buried resurfaced, bringing with it recollections buried deep in his psyche. Mark awoke to flashes of a deep-seated secret that overturned his life, haunted by the memories, Mark ended up consumed with thoughts of revenge and hatred. A rage further made complicated with the unexpected pleasure of meeting his mate; Blake Worthington. With tempers running high, repressed emotions resurfacing and enemies closing in, Mark and Blake circle each other in a dramatic retelling of Love, Passion and Misunderstandings afoot, and a Dark Entity dogging their steps, the two find themselves thrown into a blood spilled destructive course of secrets and mystery. Editor: B.Leena & Sahiba

Nemiah, an average college student from Lyceum University in the present year, was trapped with the memories of her life from 1000 years ago. She met the keeper who holds the last portal to the earlier period where the island of Mu still exists. Born with royal blood, her fate will begin to crumble

Jaimee is about to go on the journey of a lifetime, but she must leave behind the first man who has ever shown her love and the family they have built. Memories of her life and adventures flood the story as she makes her journey and finds out what is truly important!

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.