When Was Bloodletting Stopped

Sylvia Torres has always had a crush on Alex jones until she kissed quiet Patrick to prove otherwise. Now to keep up with her lie, she must be closer to Patrick or else be humiliated by Alex's girlfriend. But what happens when real feelings set in and there's more to Patrick and Alex than just total opposites at school? Find out in this emotional rollercoaster....

When Samara marries a wealthy and powerful Colonel to save her family, she knew her life long dream of experiencing true love was thwarted. He was way older and never struck as the kind of man she would want to spend her entire life with. However an unexpected turn of event made her realise she might just be wrong, and her lifelong dream might become a reality.

At the family meeting, my mafia Don husband spared his secretary one glance. I turned and walked away, canceled our wedding anniversary celebration, and decided I was done with him. I signed my name on the divorce papers I had prepared long ago. When Matteo Santoro saw the agreement, he called me at once, his voice tight with restrained anger. "What are you trying to pull this time? Is this really because I looked at Elena?" "Yes," I said. "Because you looked at her."

For three years of marriage, Jeanette Schafer had devoted herself completely to caring for Skyler Weisberg, who was confined to a wheelchair. Yet, Skyler harbored nothing but contempt for her. He hated her touch so much that the last time she accidentally brushed against his legs, he locked her out of their home for 99 days. The day finally came when Skyler's legs had healed enough for him to stand again. Yet, the first thing he did was to drive straight to the airport to pick up his first love. Years of selfless devotion and tender care meant nothing compared to his 'the one that got away'. Swallowing the heartbreak, Jeanette made a call. She whispered, "The contract is fulfilled. I'm filing for divorce." Only after she walked away did Skyler realize what he had lost. But by then, it was already too late.

On the day the SAT results are revealed, the fake heiress, Layla Sanders, colluded with our homeroom teacher, Richard Hoffman, to report me for cheating during the exam. When I stared at both copies of the exam papers that showed the same steps and formulas, I couldn't defend myself at all. In order to preserve Layla's pride, my own parents actually forced me to admit to stealing the exam questions in advance. Then, they had me forcibly admitted into a mental asylum. The Sanders family claimed that I had gone crazy just so they could keep this particular skeleton sealed in the closet. They abandoned me, letting me be tormented endlessly in the asylum. When I finally escaped from the asylum, I died in a car crash that was meticulously staged by Layla. Only on the verge of my death did I finally realize that the so-called "blood is thicker than water" mentality was nothing compared to a tear shed by Layla. The moment I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn in the exam hall. This time, I choose to submit my exam paper without anything scribbled on it. I'd like to see just how someone with a total of zero points can possibly copy off the so-called top scorer of SAT.

I thought Jace was it for me. My best friend. My first love. My mate. He promised me prom night. Promised me forever. But all it took was one moment— For everything to fall apart. Rejected and broken, I was still forced to serve as the maid nobody noticed. Not even the boy who once swore he loved me. How stupid was I… To think I could ever be enough for the new Alpha. But Fate? She doesn’t knock. She kicks the damn door down. "— and you, gather your things, you're coming with me!" The Lycan King said, his eyes locked on mine. Cold and frightening like the stories that were being told of him. He didn’t even blink. Why me? I was merely doing my maid duties, serving the Lycan King who was being hosted by Alpha Jace. How did I become the subject of their conversation? How did I go from Jace’s nothing— To the Lycan King’s next target? What now, oh Goddess? From heartbreak to something worse? Or maybe… just maybe… something I never saw coming.

"I am sorry but I'm not interested in playing this game in disguise of a marriage, I think we should make our relationship open." He suggested, his voice firm and cold. Lilith was love struck, determined not to marry anyone else but him; but he had other plans in mind. After getting married and taking her property, he proposed an open relationship despite knowing of her feelings for him and after months of resistance, this time she agrees. She meets with her brother's best friends and forms a relationship with the two, but she doesn't know what was in store for her. Lilith is thrown into the world of the duo, filled with danger, affection and mysteries. She struggles to heal her self from her husband, at the same time plotting a revenge that would weaken him for life. How will Lilith get her revenge? And which turn would her relationship take? Stay tuned to find out.

This a story about how enemies became lover then became enemies again .enemies don’t change I fell in love with him and trusted him but he destroyed me

"I begged you not to kill my babies, they were our babies. But you were so blind in rage that you didn't even think for once and killed them. You are no less than a monster," Camellia, said with anger and rage. while the surgical knife was on his neck. She hated him to the extent that she had forgotten that she was a doctor who was meant to save life for people but here she was killing him. " I am sorry, Camellia. What I did was wrong and I will happily die in your arms if my sin would be forgiven then please go ahead," his words pierced in her heart. Her hands were shivering, and after hearing his words, she wiped her tears from one hand and pushed him away from her. She couldn't kill him, not today nor in the future. " Mama, Please don't kill, Daddy?" she felt like a criminal in front of her child and stared blankly at her.

Princess Vionna of Aurenza was dead. She died in the estate of Theron Thornefell, Warden of the North—buried beneath snow and silence. The blizzard raged for seven days before it eased, uncovering her frostbitten body beneath the drifts. Even in death, she was curled around her swollen belly, one arm reaching toward the nearest gates. No one came. She and the unborn child were frozen to death. Left behind. As the cold took her, regret cut deep. She never should've loved him. Never should've bowed. Because of her, the child never saw the sky. If she had another life, she'd never look his way again.