Novel & Cerita Piercing Bump Popped Bleeding

He’s broken, brutal, and untouchable—until I touch him. Everyone at Willow Crest High fears Jake Blaze. He fights like he’s got nothing to lose—because he doesn’t. Except maybe me. I was the quiet girl with too many secrets, fresh out of a custody battle between parents, and desperate for peace. He was the school’s tattooed nightmare, bleeding rage and violence. We were never meant to cross paths. But one cruel bet. One twisted kiss. One accidental confession— And now I’m the only one who sees the boy beneath the monster. He’s dangerous. I know that. He hurts people. I’ve seen it. But when he looks at me like I’m his last chance at salvation… I forget that I’m supposed to be afraid. He wants to protect me. But what if I’m the one who ends up saving him? Did I mention he’s my best friend's brother.

My sister and I were caught up in a severe car accident during a family road trip down the mountain for the New Year. Shattered glass pierced straight through my heart. Amid the excruciating pain, my fiance and family insisted the rescue team take my sister, who only had a scratched arm, to the hospital first. As I cried out for them to save me, my fiance snapped at me. “Carol, you should know when to stop vying for attention! “Delila is bleeding so much. Why must you compete with her?” Dad shook his head and sighed while Mom looked at me with disgust. I forced my stiff neck to look over. They were all surrounding my younger sister. She only sported a faint red mark on her arm. No one saw the blood gushing from my chest. No one heard my fading heartbeat. I died during that snowy, bitterly frigid night. When they finally remembered me and came across my cold body, my fiance and family went mad.

They said I was cursed. Broken. Unworthy of love. I believed them—until the night Alpha Thorne Blackwater looked into my eyes and called me his mate. For one perfect heartbeat, I thought I'd finally found where I belonged. Then he ripped it all away. He rejected me in front of twelve packs, called me a disease, and threw me to the wolves like trash. They hunted me. Broke me. Left me bleeding in a forest where nothing survives. But I didn't die. Something ancient woke up inside me instead—something that feeds on pain, on rage, on every scar he gave me. Now I'm back, and I'm not the weak little wolf he destroyed. I'm the nightmare he created. Thorne wants me back? He can beg. He can crawl. He can suffer the way I did. And maybe—just maybe—I'll let him live long enough to regret ever letting me go.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I discovered I was two months pregnant. I wanted to surprise Owen Reed with the news. However, on my way home with the gift-wrapped ultrasound report, I got caught in a street shootout. A stray bullet tore into my abdomen. Right as I collapsed on the pavement, writhing in pain, Owen appeared out of nowhere. He had told me he was away on business and would not be home until evening, but here he was, frantically shoving through the crowd. He ran right past me and toward a woman up ahead. "I'm sorry I'm late. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you." His voice was soft, gentler than I had ever heard it. He swept her up in his arms and disappeared down the street, surrounded by bodyguards. He never saw me. I was barely three feet away, bleeding out on the ground. When I woke up in the hospital, my baby was gone. That was when I knew I was done with this marriage.

Aliyah Rhodes has three rules: 1. Don’t stop. 2. Don’t look. 3. Don’t get involved. She breaks all three when she finds Dominic Blackwood bleeding out in her alley at 11:47 PM. She saves his life. He pays her tuition. She says don’t follow. He buys her building. She says don’t touch. He kills the man who tries. Dominic Blackwood is a billionaire. A don. Wanted for triple homicide. He doesn’t make threats. He makes promises. _You’re safe. That’s the only rule that matters._ Aliyah’s broke, pissed, and done being owned by anyone. But $260K says she’s already his. And his aunt wants her dead. He won’t let her go. She won’t say thank you. Neither of them runs. *Owned by the Don* is a dark, open-door romance where debt is a weapon, “no” is a dare, and love looks a lot like surveillance.

They threw her into the rain—pregnant, bleeding, powerless. Her husband watched. Her best friend smiled. His family laughed. They called her worthless, barren and useless. They were wrong. Serena lost everything that night: her baby, her dignity, her life as she knew it. But from the ashes of that betrayal, she rose as someone they never saw coming, the secret heiress to a billionaire empire, now the most powerful woman in the country. Marcus begged for the contract that would save his failing company. He got it along with a new boss. His ex-wife. Now she owns everything he has. His business. His assets. His future. Marcus is begging for mercy. His mother is ruined. His sister is in prison. Sarah is forgotten. And Serena? She's just getting started. With Ethan Ashford, the most dangerous billionaire who caught her when she fell and refuses to let her go—at her side, Serena is untouchable. The Wellingtons destroyed the wrong woman. Now she'll take everything they love, piece by piece.

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.

I was a child who was born in a vocational school's toilet. To my mom, I was a stain in her life that she was given birth to after having her cherry popped by a delinquent when she was still young. I knew that Mom had been trying to kill me. Unfortunately, she hadn't succeeded so far. The first time she tried to get rid of me was when she decided to give birth to me in the toilet. It was a cold, winter month, yet she didn't give me anything warm to wear. The second time she attempted murder was when she got into grad school, which was based in the north. No one was around to take care of me, so she turned on the gas while holding me in her arms and clutching her train ticket. The third and last time happened when Mom was about to marry the man she loved. On the night before her wedding, she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she told me, "You're nothing but a burden. You ruined my life! "Do you know that I can only forget about all the pain and suffering you caused me after you die? Only then can I start a brand new chapter in my life!" I wiped Mom's tears off her face with my tiny hand. So, her wish was for me to die. On my birthday, my fever hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit. That was when I finally received the first slice of birthday cake in my entire life. I didn't have the heart to eat it, so I made my wish solemnly. "I hope that I will die soon." I heard that birthday wishes often came true. That way, Mom would be very happy.

I wouldn't survive this fall. My life flashed before my eyes and desperation pooled my soul. Moon goddess, please. One desperate wish. One frantic prayer. 'Please. I don't want to die.’ Then I landed. I landed. And my eyes fluttered open as a gasp ripped out of my throat. I landed… on a bed? What the hell? The piercing beeps and whirs of equipment assaulted my ears, followed by the strong smell of antiseptic. Where was I?! This wasn't Valtaria. *** A shove down the stairs was the birth of a new life, an old soul, and a new body. Maya’s rebirth is her weapon, if a mere Omega can cheat death, then surely she can do a lot more. Like bringing her foes to their knees and making Valtaria plead her mercy. She can shame the man who once deemed her worthless but now finds her irresistibly desirable Slowly, Maya starts to realize her new life isn't all it pans out to be and her demons no longer lurk in the shadows. They manifest right before her eyes in ways she never thought possible.

"Are you afraid?" He said as he walk towards me. I could feel the tension, nervousness and the trembling all through out my body. My hands are literally shaking and my heartbeats is all I could hear. I flinch when he suddenly put his hand against my cheeks. He's warm. The feeling that I have never felt before. I look at his beautiful gray eyes that is intensely looking at me as if piercing my very soul, "Why would I?" I said and clasp my arms around him. I felt his arms closing the thin gap between us, a smile sneaked into my mouth as I close my eyes, "I would never be afraid of you. I will never leave your side, I promise" I said. Austin is a runaway. Living alone all by herself gave her an ultimate obssession; mythological beings. Never did she imagine that on the fifth year of being by herself, something out of this world would welcome her on her 20th birthday; a history professor with thousands of secrets that are yet to be discover.