Novel & Cerita Quincy Hat Bleach

On my wedding day, my childhood friend, Finn Wheeler, kicked open the chapel doors with a whole crowd of his friends behind him. He announced that he wanted to take me away and marry me. However, we hadn’t even gone far when he suddenly let go of my hand. Then, he laughed nonchalantly and said, “Guys, I won again for the one hundredth bet. You lost. Pay up.” Only then did he turn back to look at me. “I was just joking,” he added lightly. “You didn’t actually believe me, did you? You can go back in and finish the ceremony.” Everyone laughed at how I’d pursued Finn for ten years and how I would do anything for him. However, neither Finn nor any of them knew that being taken from the altar was just one part of my wedding plan.

I had an arranged marriage, and my wife was the only daughter of her family. Because of PTSD, she couldn't be intimate with anyone. When she handed me the signed agreement, she also sent a gentle, obedient woman to my room. "Even though it's our wedding night, I'm afraid you'll have to put up with this." I stared at her in disbelief, wondering if this was some kind of test of my character. Just as I was about to launch into a speech about loyalty and marriage, I suddenly heard the thoughts of the psychologist standing beside her. [What does he have to complain about? That position should've been mine! If Kayla didn't need the Grant family's support, she never would've agreed to marry a loser like him! Luckily, Kayla loves me. She even used PTSD as an excuse to save herself for me. I just need to try harder and get her pregnant, then Benjamin Grant will become a complete laughingstock!] The words that had been on the tip of my tongue disappeared instantly. Without hesitation, I accepted Kayla's arrangement. There was nothing wrong with people in a business marriage living separate lives. I wasn't an idiot. Why would I pick a fight with Kayla over something like this? Living peacefully and minding my own business was the smartest choice. To show that I had no inappropriate intentions toward her, I even ordered maternity and baby supplies for her. "I heard you're pregnant. Coincidentally, the woman you sent to me is pregnant too." I was planning to ask her for some advice. Instead, her face darkened. She gritted her teeth and snapped, "I'm not pregnant! She's not your mistress either. She's the IVF coordinator I hired to get you up to speed!"

After my roommate Cecelia Turner stepped out, the tablet she had left on the table suddenly lit up. I glanced at it absentmindedly and saw the group chat name—Free Riders Club. 'Celebrating this month's huge payday!' Several cash drops flooded the chat in quick succession. My interest was piqued. So, I tapped in to take a look. Besides Cecelia, the group included our landlord and the other two roommates. 'Thanks, Cece! We couldn't have saved up so much money if you hadn't come up with the idea of overcharging Ziegler on the rent!' 'Exactly! Honestly, having Madison as a free live-in maid means we even save on housekeeping and takeout!' The chat was filled with laughter as everyone chimed in to thank me for my "free services." Although they were thanking me, I was the only one who wasn't included in that group chat.

The day my ex finally made it big, the doctor told me I had less than three months to live. On TV, a reporter was interviewing James Larson. “Mr. Larson, what drove you to success?” James chuckled, but his eyes were misty. “The biggest push? Probably when I was diagnosed with kidney disease eight years ago, and my ex walked out on me.” “I’m grateful she didn’t marry me. That was the wake-up call I needed.” After the interview, he called. “Amelia Simmons, I made it. Do you regret it now?” I rested a hand on the spot where my kidney used to be and let out a bitter laugh. “I do. And I have cancer now. Happy?” James sounded satisfied. “Serves you right.” He never knew—I got cancer because I gave him my kidney all those years ago.

Midway through the banquet, the clasp on Carrie Ellison's bra suddenly snapped open. I was just about to take her to the dressing room when she turned around, letting her childhood sweetheart, Gabe Allen, slip his hand inside her dress and fasten it for her. I frowned. Carrie rolled her eyes, completely unconcerned. "Why are you getting jealous over nothing? Back then, Gabe even used his teeth to undo my bra clasp. What's the big deal about him fastening it now?" That very day, news of the "perfect childhood sweethearts" shot to the top of the trending charts. After the banquet, Carrie didn't receive my apology. Instead, she received my resignation letter. In front of everyone, she splashed champagne in my face. "It's just fastening a clasp! Do you really have to nitpick and make me look bad?" I said nothing. I simply placed the divorce agreement I had just drafted in front of her.

Even though I've been with Eric Blackclaw, the heir to the Alpha title, for three years, he's still unwilling to mark me. Later, he falls in love at first sight with my stepsister, Layla Talbot. Thus, he begins courting her in a grand manner in the pack. This time, I no longer throw a tantrum, nor do I question Eric like I did before. Instead, I just burn all the gifts he's given me and rip my gown for our marking ceremony into shreds. On Eric's birthday, I leave Northpine Woods on my own. Before I board the private jet bound for another continent, Eric sends me a message via the mind-link. "Avril, why aren't you here yet? Everyone's waiting for you." I don't respond to Eric at all. This time, I just sever my mind-link with Eric. What he doesn't know is that I've already accepted Alpha Marcus Howler's mating proposal to me half a month ago. Once the private jet lands in the new territory located in Frosthill Mountains, Marcus and I will become mates with the Moon Goddess as our witness.

Violet thought she had love figured out; until the last person she ever expected showed up in her life and complicated everything. While Violet is battling her inner demons, Kane's demons are very much real. And they're both about to discover just how thin the line between love and hate really is.

On our third year wedding anniversary, Ricardo Gambino finds me in the estate located far beyond the city's boundaries. As he clutches a pregnancy report, he finds it difficult to suppress the smile on his face. "I have good news for you, Isabella!" Ricardo exclaims excitedly. "Lucia is pregnant! It so happens that you're infertile, we'll have her give birth to the baby, and you can raise them! After that, I'll make sure to send Lucia away. You, on the other hand, shall remain as my wife!" Ricardo's tone is starting to drift. He sounds like he's done something amazing for me and wants me to compliment him. But I merely look at him as though he were a jester. What Ricardo doesn't know is that he's the infertile one. Also, we've already gotten divorced from each other. At that moment, I receive a new text on my phone. Then, I see a photo of an ultrasound report regarding the first trimester of a pregnancy. "Isabella, we're having triplets." The next text pops up immediately. "I shall marry you in three days."

In a modern city governed by ancient bloodlines, an uneasy peace holds between vampires and nekos—two species bound by centuries of rivalry, betrayal, and war. Though the violence has quieted, resentment festers beneath the surface, and whispers of rebellion begin to circulate among the vampire clans who believe their power was unjustly stripped away. Maverick Delacroix, the disciplined heir to one of the most influential vampire families, has been raised to value control above all else. Loyalty to his lineage is not a choice but a duty etched into his very existence. Across the divide stands Odessa Kingsleigh, a sharp-witted neko diplomat trained to protect her people at any cost. Burdened by history and responsibility, she knows that trusting a vampire—especially a Delacroix—could unravel everything she has worked to preserve. When rising tensions force secret negotiations between the two factions, Maverick and Odessa are drawn into reluctant cooperation. What begins as a strategic alliance quickly deepens into something far more dangerous. As they navigate political intrigue, veiled threats, and the weight of ancestral hatred, their connection grows—challenging everything they have been taught to believe about enemies, loyalty, and destiny. But love in a divided city is never private. As extremist forces on both sides push for war and long-buried prophecies resurface, Maverick and Odessa find themselves at the center of a conflict that could destroy the fragile balance holding their world together. Choosing each other means defying their families, their cultures, and the expectations carved into their blood. With rebellion looming and trust in short supply, they must decide whether history will repeat itself in bloodshed—or whether their forbidden bond can forge a future neither species dared to imagine.

He thinks I’m a dangerous party crasher looking for trouble. I think he’s right. Moving into a breathtakingly luxurious new estate was supposed to be a fresh start for my family—or at least a temporary sanctuary for the next six months. Instead, it’s a chaotic den of wild parties, elite strangers, and secrets. When a late-night hunt for food leads me straight into the massive, high-tech kitchen, I don't just find a midnight snack. I find him. Callum. He’s devastatingly gorgeous, intensely arrogant, and radiates a dangerous, intoxicating aura that completely paralyzes me. He also happens to believe I’ve broken into his house to steal his hidden, highly illegal stash. Before I can even find my voice to deny it, he’s cornering me in the dark, threatening to have his guards throw me out on the streets, and making it thrillingly clear that I am completely out of my depth. My fiercely protective older brother arrives just in time to slam a wedge between us, but the damage is already done. Callum has made his verdict: I’m naive, I’m defenseless, and worst of all... I'm not his type. I’ve always been the quiet, overly trusting sister who stays in the shadows while the world moves past. But as the lines between enemies, strangers, and something much more hazardous begin to blur, I have a terrifying feeling that surviving the next six months under the same roof as Callum is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done. Because he is absolute trouble—and I might just be ready to crash his world.