Words Using Bleach

“Yes. Skirts are adorable but if you fucking wear one and start acting innocent on purpose, I will not hesitate to bend over my lap and finger you until you cannot breathe. You wanna expose what’s mine? Watch me fucking take it!" In a moment of intense anger, his words spit fire, and she trembles, fearing for her life. His grip around her neck tightens, but then, unexpectedly, it loosens. His eyes soften, and he pulls her into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around her delicate frame.

“I, reject you as my mate!” The words rang through my ears as I saw him from across the field. Did he see me? Did he recognize the mate he rejected with so much hatred?! Did it even matter? I looked at my father who gave the order. I was filled with rage as I stormed into the fight. “Alison …” His voice echoed and I looked up seeing the pain in his eyes. He did recognize me! He also very quickly figured out I was no longer a damn omega!

“This child has no wolf!” These were the words that began the nightmare of Vanessa Novastra, the daughter of the Alpha and Luna of Moonlight pack–Lucian and Victoria Novastra, on her 18th birthday. Although she was loved and protected by her parents, fate's cruel fingers tore them away from her. Her pack turned on her and her mate rejected her for her bully. Given an opportunity to escape, Vanessa is now burdened with two choices: unveil the truth behind her parents death, a perilous journey, or journey the city of Luminara to live a life in the city of Crimson Sands.

Ariella's world came crashing down when the Starmoon Pack fell apart and led to her fiancé's treachery. Not only had he betrayed her with another before their wedding day, but the wound was twisted with his callous disregard. Devastated beyond words, Ariella's heart grew cold. In a burst of impulsiveness, she found herself entwined in a single night of intense passion with her fiancé's enigmatic uncle, Alpha Matthew. "I want to be his, his uncle's," she declares, her voice a mix of Defiance and yearning...

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?

"Hideous" "Twisted" "Scarred" "Beastly" "Ugly" "Grotesque" "Horrifying." Darcy had heard all those words and more in her twenty three years of life, and she had even started to believe that she was nothing more than a worthless beast, cursed with a face that could induce nightmares. A fleeting hope comes in the form of a million dollar offer from a billionaire, but all too soon, she is reminded that there is no knight in shining armor for a woman like her. It's up to her to change her own fate and get her revenge on all those who abused her.

Three months after the mysterious disappearance of my Alpha mate during his patrol, I found him in a bar near the border. He was cuddling his childhood friend, a she-wolf, laughing smugly. "I wanted to get rid of Bethany for ages! Thanks for giving me the idea to enjoy the freedom I've been looking forward to for a long time." The she-wolf nestled delicately against his chest, feeding him wine with her mouth. She asked him when he was planning to return—his answer was nonchalant. "I'll enjoy myself for another week and go back once Bethany's gone mad. That'll teach her not to be such a micromanager!" His close friends all praised them. "Great move! After this, the Luna will obey your every word." "The witch's disguise potion is so useful. No one recognized you all this time!" No one noticed me hiding in the shadows, watching how carefree he was. I called the pack's elder; using my position as the Luna, I announced that the Alpha was dead and that it was time to prepare for the election of the next Alpha.

I have been dating my manager boyfriend, Caleb Frost, for five years. He calls off our wedding 52 times for Gina Lowe, an aspiring actress on the set. On the day I am ready to give up on him and walk away, Gina falsely accuses me of using expired makeup on her that caused an allergic reaction. So Caleb shoves me into a sealed cellar and locks me inside. As he pushes me down, his face is twisted in disgust. "It's one thing to pick on Gina, but to use expired makeup on her and cause an allergy? Do you know how important an artist's face is? "Stay down there and think about your wrongdoings." With that, he drags the crying Gina to the hospital. The cellar's air vent is blocked. Every breath I take grows harder until I suffocate to death inside. Three days later, Caleb remembers me only after attending a gathering with Gina. But little does he know, I am already dead from the lack of oxygen in that dark cellar.

I secured a big deal for the company and was promoted to manager. However, I overheard my boss' secretary gossiping in the pantry, saying that I was brainless and only got where I was by using my body. I was so angry that I wanted to report it to the police. Surprisingly, her husband stopped me and forced his wife to bow and apologize to me, begging for forgiveness. Things got worse on the next day. Someone shared my inappropriate photos in the company group chat along with records of me supposedly checking into a hotel with a man. My colleagues looked at me with contempt, as if they all knew what was happening but refused to speak up. Even my boss fired me, saying I had moral issues. My husband immediately divorced me when he found out, took our daughter away, and left me with nothing. Neighbors pointed fingers and whispered about me. I was so overwhelmed that I lost my senses and was killed by a car crash. When I opened my eyes, I returned to the day I was promoted.

During a class reunion, a few well-to-do classmates instantly recognize that my branded bag is fake. "How is that possible?" I cry. "This is a new release that my husband got me. Don't you guys know him? He's Tom Smith, Zora Group's CEO." I hand my classmates business cards. The company is one that Tom set up using my name. Naturally, I'm the major stockholder. My classmates look at the business cards doubtfully. One says, "I've never heard of this company." When I get home, I have someone check on Zora Group for me. However, the news I receive is that the company has never existed, much less have a stockholder like me. Tom has another company under his name, but I'm not the stockholder. I drive to the DMV and find out that the car isn't in my name. The company and car are under Tom's name, but someone else owns them with him—his true love, Lauren Rowse.