What Does Culpable Mean の小説・ストーリー

After a very public break-up between the university's 'it' couple, all eyes are on the heartbroken Quarterback, Caleb Briggs. His life had been laid out in front of him for as long as he can remember. After one drunken night with a dream girl, he wakes up alone and is determined to find her. Little does he know, she doesn't want to be found. The last thing that Violet wants is to draw in extra attention. It's bad enough that she's the football coach's daughter, but to be dragged down in the gossip mill as The Rebound? Not on her life. When she breaks her father's one rule to keep away from his team and sleeps with the school's quarterback, she is prepared for the consequences. That doesn't mean that she isn't planning on running from them for as long as possible.

The last thing Valentina Serra sees before she dies is the crack in the ceiling above her bed. She is 45 years old. She is not unhappy. That, she realizes in the last seconds of her first life, is the most devastating thing she could say about it. She opens her eyes in a university lecture hall in Barcelona. She is 20 years old. Her notebook is open, her pen is in her hand, and she can feel — with the precision of someone who has lived an entire life — exactly how much she is about to waste if she does nothing. She does something. Armed with 25 years of memory, Valentina sets out to close every loop she left open: the military commission she dismissed, the marketing career she let others architect for her, the relationship she stayed in long past its expiry date, and the mother she visited but never truly knew. One by one, she reaches for the life she talked herself out of the first time around. But the two people closest to her — the friends who have always been there, always supportive, always first to suggest the safer, smaller option — are watching. And when Valentina begins exceeding the quiet ceiling that they built for her, Isabel and David begin to coordinate. Then there is Ethan Cole. Washington D.C. Investment sector. Five years younger, which bothered her the first time. He will walk into her life again in Barcelona, and this time Valentina already knows what the long dinner and the careful conversation and the late-night walk along the Passeig de Gràcia will mean — if she doesn't talk herself out of it. She is not going to talk herself out of it.

"I love you..." His pitch increases as rage joins in, but still, he manages to retain gentility in his voice. "...but that doesn't mean I can't slit your throat, peanut!... DON'T ANGER ME." Blood drips down my wrist as his blue eyes tore me down, I could feel my fragile, lean wrist trapped within his muscular grip. As he screamed, my heart skipped into my mouth, memories filled my head, memories on how I willingly walked into a trap set up by the devil himself. **** Cupid strikes yet again, boring a deadly arrow in her chest... Krystal Gomez begins a pursuit. Little does she know that soon, she'll become his prey.

“You are my husband?” “Yes, Lena.” “And you made me feel like I was a whore!” Tears rolled down her eyes as the reality donned on her. Helena is forced to sign a marriage agreement by her stepmother, who wants nothing but to throw her out of the house, she signs it regardless but doesn’t know who her husband is, she never cared to look at his pictures or know who he was and after four years she still hasn’t met him because he works in another country, that’s all she knows about him. After four years, she works as a secretary to her mean and arrogant boss. Although she hates it as she works with him but what was shocking was when she finds out her mean boss is her husband.

How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?——I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.

My studio's website receives an appraisal order worth 450 thousand dollars all of a sudden. The original poster of the order claims that this is a pre-wedding gift her fiance has gotten her. The comment section goes wild instantly. "If the appraisal fee alone is already 450 thousand dollars, does this mean the painting is worth 100 million dollars? Your husband really is generous to you!" "I'm so envious of you! You really are lucky to be able to marry such a rich man!" The poster quickly replies, "Luck has nothing to do with this. I fought for this fate with everything I had. I'll be frank with you; back then, my fiance still had a girlfriend. But everything I want in life will eventually be mine. "So, I slandered his girlfriend and pretended to be aggrieved just so my fiance's heart would go out to me. As time went on, his love for his girlfriend faded away. "In the end, all I have to do is lift a finger, and the girlfriend got her limbs crushed. After that, she got discarded like garbage." The Internet users post their replies of disbelief. There's no way someone will hurt their ex-girlfriend to this degree, after all. They all think that the original poster is being excessively dramatic. Someone even berates her for throwing a wrench into a relationship. Not only does she not feel ashamed, but she also finds it an extremely proud thing to have done. Even my assistant, Chiara Belmonte, tells me that this client seems like a nutjob and suggests that I decline this order. I don't say anything. Instead, I just tap "confirm". After all, what the poster said is the truth. The ex-girlfriend that she has described in her post is me.

In a city where the Morano family's grip on power is suffocating, loyalty is a luxury that few can afford. For Alex Morano, the youngest son of the family, the weight of his family's legacy is crushing. When a prominent businessman is murdered, Alex is accused of the crime and must navigate the treacherous world of organized crime to clear his name. The Russos, a rival mafia family, are seeking to take down the Moranos and claim the city's underworld for themselves. But as Alex digs deeper into the mystery, he uncovers a web of deceit and corruption that threatens to destroy everything he holds dear, and Alex's own family is hiding secrets that could destroy them all. As Alex's world implodes, he finds himself torn between his loyalty to his family and his growing feelings for Sophia, a mysterious woman with ties to the mafia world. But Sophia's true intentions are shrouded in mystery, and Alex must confront the possibility that she may be his greatest enemy. “The Mafia’s Reckoning” has gritty realism, complex characters, and heart-pumping action, "The Mafia's Reckoning" is a gripping tale of loyalty, power, and survival. As Alex navigates the dark and treacherous world of organized crime, he must confront the ultimate question: what does it mean to be loyal to oneself and one's family in a world where loyalty is a luxury that a few can afford?

"Does this mean you approached me on purpose?" Lucas asked with his eyes narrowed darkly and pure anger floating around his blue iris. "Fucking speak! Tell me the bloody reason you approached me?" Lucas yelled in her face as he slammed her back against the wall in the process. She stared in his face for a brief moment, looking very deep in his anger filled eyes, then she let out a mocking chuckle. "Yeah, I, Susan Owen approached you on purpose and I swear on everything unholy, I won't rest until I've made you feel every ounch of pain you made me feel" she let out a spooky laugh which sent an eerie chill down Lucas' spine, even her makeup is making her look like Lucifer's bride at the moment. Sophia Owen was once a sweet and lovely lady, just like every sweet ladies out there. She had always dream to graduate with good grades and get a good job, to cater for her family. But sadly, she met him and that was the end of her dream. However she found another dream and that's to make Lucas and his entire generation pay for what he did to her. Will she get her revenge?

Audrey, an enchanting young woman from a middle-class family, finds herself enamored with Frank, the most handsome man in college. Frank, infamous for his habit of using and discarding women, intends to treat Audrey no differently. On Frank's birthday, Audrey visits his impressive, opulent home, where she meets some of his family members. During the visit, Frank propositions Audrey, asking her to sleep with him. When she refuses, he callously decides to end their relationship. As he is about to leave, Audrey, torn and desperate, reluctantly agrees. He smirks in triumph. However, just before their intimacy progresses, Audrey receives a distressing call from her troubled brother, with whom she lives with since the death of their parents. He sounds like he’s in grave danger, prompting her to rush to his aid, leaving Frank alone. Upon her arrival home, her brother simply asks her to go to bed. Perplexed but obedient, she complies, wary of his volatile temper. The next morning, as she prepares for college, she is astonished to find Frank’s uncle, Zack, in her house. What could Zack's unexpected presence mean? Is Audrey in peril, or does fate have something unexpected in store for her? Discover the unfolding drama in this thrilling, humorous, and romantic tale, "My Ex's Uncle Loves Me."

As the adopted kid at home, I’m ignored by my parents and verbally abused by my sister. I didn‘t expect I will see a stunning Alpha Billionaire standing in front of my door, with luxury gifts in his hands."So ... you’re Mr. Wilson's lost child." "No … Wait…what? What … what do you mean?” My mind spun. "I’m your fiancé," he said with an attractive smile.It has to be a joke. Expensive gifts, a billionaire father, and a hot fiancé….How am I supposed to process everything？！