Fried Damaged Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her. I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind: [She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.] [Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.] [But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!] Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up? So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm the villain? Before I could process it all, my husband was already dragging her luggage inside. "Alice doesn't like fried food," he said matter-of-factly. "And nothing too salty or spicy. Make sure you keep that in mind when you're cooking. "Oh, and pregnant women love sweets. Go out now and buy a cherry cake. The one from that bakery in the suburbs."

Broken, damaged beyond repair; that’s how Katherine Isobelle would describe her marriage with Nikolai. She shouldn’t have married a man who was still in the process of moving on from his first love. What’s done is done. The wife returns with the divorce papers, ready to walk away from that chapter of her life, but as soon as Nikolai discovers their child’s existence, he is prepared to step up and stop her from leaving.

On our Christmas break road trip, my cousin Felix Lloyd spotted some high-powered speakers at a highway rest stop. He had to have them—said he wanted to "blast it." "It's Christmas. We finally get to see everyone! We need some vibe!" My wife, Lana Ramsey, smiled and helped him pay. "Young people have energy. They know how to enjoy life." I yanked the power cord out. "Those aren't for regular cars. This is an EV. Overload it, and the whole system fries. Then what—just stuck in the middle of nowhere?" Lana's parents, Vincent and Donelia, booed me, calling me a buzzkill. Felix cranked the volume all the way up. Lana glared at me. "Say one more word and get out. I'll drive." Later, the speakers fried the battery system. We were stranded in total darkness on a rough mountain road. They finished the last of the food, then shoved me out to "go find help." I slipped, rolled down the slope, and died. When I opened my eyes, I was back—right when Felix jammed the speaker plug into the charging port. I grabbed a few more subwoofers and handed them over. "One isn't enough. Add more. That's how you really crank it."

Luke was a , not that he had a choice. He was kidnapped when he was twelve and sold and rented off to different men. At the age of 20, he was deemed damaged goods and left on the streets to die. Valentino Sero was a ruthless man, that is if you cross him. He runs hotels and casinos, as well as underground gun and trades. You know the gist, Italian man, involved with the mafia. One thing about him is he likes to take in broken people, help them and trap them into working in the mafia for the rest of their lives.

I was having lunch in the cafeteria when my pregnant coworker, Cindy Jenkins, reached across with her fork and speared the fried chicken drumstick right off my plate. She did not say a word until she had finished every last bite, then casually remarked, "I'm six months pregnant now, which is when I need the most nutrition. Plus, I'm carrying a boy, the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you all understand how important this baby is?" I stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's that got to do with me? It's not like I'm the father." She completely ignored me and said, "I'm just letting you all know. From now on, you're taking turns giving me your chicken drumsticks." The other coworkers at the table quickly looked down and focused on their food, nobody daring to say anything. Only me, the one person who never backed down, kept staring straight at her. Cindy slammed her fork onto her tray. "What are you looking at? Your drumsticks are mine from now on, got it?"

Artemis White. A 16-year-old beauty with too many secrets. In her daily life, she goes by the name of Arte Jones so that she can keep those secrets buried. She seems normal, happy, bubbly and head over heels for her boyfriend Cole Bianchi. What happens when everything isn't what it seems? What happens when she tries to grit her teeth and bear it? Will this secret diamond become damaged and flawed from the constant incoming impacts? Or will the pressure mould her into something new? Something...Better.

It all started from the day she broke up with her boyfriend, Felix. She was raped in a birthday party and the incident couldn't be traced. Her company went down and even the sales dropped. Now the only way to get back her reputation and her company is to get married to the CEO of babel's group and merge her company with his—but it turned out that the CEO is her ex-boyfriend's brother. Their love grew deeper, and at a dime minute she found out that her so-called husband was the one who raped her and damaged her reputation. Will she divorce him and lose her company or stay with him in Bitterness and hatred?

A shattered marriage. A desperate escape. A secret multiplied by three. Stephanie Miller had the perfect wedding dress and the perfect man—until a carefully orchestrated betrayal turned her into the villain of her own story. Fleeing from billionaire Matthew Anderson wasn't just about escaping the man she once loved; it was about protecting the greatest secret they shared: their unborn triplets. With Vicenzo by her side—a man willing to risk everything to keep her safe—Stephanie builds a peaceful new life far from the past. But peace is short-lived. After a ruthless kidnapping and the ultimate sacrifice of the man who became her protector, she discovers that the mastermind behind her suffering has been hiding in plain sight... someone from her own inner circle. Now carrying another child and with death closing in once again, Stephanie must decide whether the billionaire who let her go deserves a second chance—or whether some betrayals leave wounds too deep to ever heal.

In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Camille Riley exist in. What can be worst when she finds out that her partner who she has been married to for years only sees her as a tool to uplift his damaged image? He used her and betrayed her, neglecting all her sacrifices. When his true love returns, he presented Camille Riley with a paper, not just any paper but a divorce paper. Her three years of marriage lost. Will she face the challenge head on or will she admit defeat?

[Abandoned on our anniversary, I became the woman he called "too damaged" to be his Luna.] I gave Andre ten years. Five children gone. He walked in with his mistress—and a newborn—on our anniversary. He thought discarding me would make me vanish. He was wrong. The fortune he flaunts? I helped build it. The allies he trusts? They remember who stood by them first. I may have been his rejected wife, but I was never his shadow. He thinks discarding me was the end. He’s about to find out it was the beginning of his worst nightmare.