Novelas web de Goodgirl Apocalypse e historias ambientadas en Post-apocalyptic

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl. You'll always be nothing." Angela smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made Carmela's laughter die in her throat. "Ask me that again in sixty days." A stolen necklace that bends space. A billionaire who owes her everything. A dying investigator who sees through every lie she tells. And a ticking clock counting down to the end of civilization. Angela doesn't want to save the world. She wants to own what's left of it. The girl they used as bait is done being prey. She's the one setting the trap now.

Ava Sterling died when the apocalypse came. Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, she watched the world collapse around her. Then she woke up ninety days before it all began. This time, Ava is ready. She’ll stockpile supplies, build her shelter, and make sure no one gets the chance to betray her again. But then she meets Damian Cross ,the cold, powerful man she knows she shouldn’t trust. When the virus spreads and the dead rise, Ava discovers the apocalypse wasn’t an accident. If she already knows how the world ends, can Ava change her fate before it happens again?

Nora Whitaker died at the gates of a shelter she helped build, sold for three crates of medicine by the fiancé she trusted and the stepsister who wore her mother's coat. Then a voice speaks in the dark: a second chance, paid for by someone she cannot name. She wakes seven days before the Crimson Fog swallows the world, with a Lifeline System in her head and every betrayal burned into her memory. This time she will not be kind. She will empty every bank account, outwit the family that planned her death, and survive. But the one man who sees through her lies is Caleb Ashford, the coldest billionaire in the city. His trust in her is impossibly absolute. His offer is a marriage that can shield her from the Coles. And the price of her second life may be heavier than she ever imagined.

"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!" I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life. My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect. In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives. And how did they repay me? My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress. His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me. I died believing my greatest mistake was loving the wrong man. I was wrong. My greatest mistake was letting them live comfortably while I suffered. Now, I've returned six months before the apocalypse, and a mysterious Revenge System has awakened inside me. Every humiliation earns points. Every enemy I defeat unlocks new rewards. Food, weapons, supernatural abilities—even the power to survive a world that devours the weak. This time, I'll stockpile supplies, build an unbreakable fortress, and become the woman nobody dares to cross. And then there are the four men who refuse to leave my side. A ruthless former special forces operative. A brilliant doctor with dangerous tenderness. A wealthy construction genius who loves a challenge. And a hacker who would burn the world for me. They want my trust. My heart. Perhaps even more. But love is a luxury I can no longer afford. When the dead rise, my enemies will come crawling to my gates. "You left me to die," I'll remind them. "Now tell me, why should I save you?" The apocalypse is coming.