Romances Online de Apocalypse sobre First-Person POV e Histórias com Revenge

In my first life, I was Preston’s combat quartermaster. I kept his team fed, fortified their perimeter, and crushed my knee hauling rations—only for him to strip my winter coat, seize my sidearm, and drop the iron bolt on the airlock hatch. “In the field, we don’t bleed rations on dead weight.” Those were his last words before the freezing sleet and starving scavengers finished me off. Now I’ve woken up seven days before Zero Hour. A solar superflare is about to burn out the power grid and freeze the city solid. But this time, my grandmother’s pendant has opened a hidden void in my mind—a dark space where time stands still, boiling soup stays scalding forever, and nothing ever rots. While Preston pressures me to sign over my late mother’s townhouse to cover his gambling debts, and my parasite sister—who wrapped herself in my blanket while I froze—screams about rent money, I get to work. Fifteen thousand pounds of grain and clean water. Eight hundred piping-hot meals. Heaters, fuel, trauma kits—and a three-hundred-pound steel door bolted eight inches into the cinderblock. Then I hand Preston to the loan sharks hunting him. When the sky turns violet and the transformers explode, he comes sprinting to my door, begging me to open it. Goodnight, Preston. This time, I’m the one who locks the door.

Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by her companions, she died as zombie bait because they considered her a burden who ate too much. Reborn one month before the apocalypse, she awakens a mysterious Shopping System and vows to rewrite her fate. She divorces her husband, steals whatever supplies she can find, and does everything in her power to stockpile food, weapons, and necessities before disaster strikes. This time, she will survive, grow stronger, and make every person who betrayed her pay. As the apocalypse arrives, the dangerous man whose weapons she once stole comes looking for her. He refuses to leave her alone, and despite his ruthless nature, he soon becomes smitten with her. As chaos consumes the world, the two are forced to stay together—and survival may be the one thing that brings them closer. Armed with her Shopping System and a burning desire for revenge, she will take back everything she lost—even if she has to tear through the apocalypse to do it.

After transmigration into an apocalypse novel as its doomed villainess, Helena Graves decides to abandon the original storyline and prepare for the coming zombie apocalypse. Armed with her inheritance and a mysterious Sanctuary System that rewards her for disrupting the heroine's plans, she transforms an old country estate into a survival sanctuary. But when the dead rise and the original story begins to unravel, staying alive becomes only the beginning of her journey.

The world ended. The people she saved betrayed her. And she died paying the price. But death gives her a second chance. Reborn before the apocalypse, she remembers everything: the monsters, the treasures, and the people who left her to die. This time, she’s ready. With a mysterious System and the ability to devour monsters’ powers, she’ll grow stronger, uncover the truth behind her rebirth, and make her betrayers regret their choices. In a world where only the strongest survive, she won’t be anyone’s victim again.

Donna spent years believing the man who married her had saved her and her deaf brother from poverty. She was wrong. Michael never loved her, he only wanted her knowledge and used Donna's inventions to build his failing company into a powerful empire while taking credit for everything she created. He gave her just enough money to keep her brother alive and used that weakness to control her. Then Donna discovered his greatest secret. Her husband was sleeping with his stepsister, Angela. However, she endured their betrayal because she was afraid of losing the only person who mattered to her, but she never expected the world to end. When the flood came, Michael chose Angela and threw Donna and her brother out of their shelter, leaving them to die in the freezing storm. Donna watched helplessly as the storm killed her brother before the flood swallowed her too. Then she opened her eyes. August 12th. Ninety days before the apocalypse, her brother was alive and Michael's empire still depended on her invention. She remembered exactly how the world would end, but this time, she won't be the helpless wife Michael thinks she is. She'll divorce him, take back what he stole from her, destroy his empire, buy the strongest fortress she can find and save everything she needs to survive the coming disaster. Michael thinks he has thrown away a useless wife, he doesn't know the woman he betrayed has already taken back everything that made him powerful.

I wrote a heroine who drowned. Now I'm the one drowning in her body. I'm Nora Brooks, a bestselling author. I killed my heroine in chapter 87, and forty thousand readers wanted me dead for it. Then I died saving a stray dog and woke up inside my own book as the girl I drowned. Now I'm Nora Wells, the "blank" everyone mocks. My stepmother sold my mother's pearls. My stepsister is waiting to take my beast, my name and my place on the Ark. And in ninety days, the Flood will swallow the world. I know every twist, because I wrote them. That's the only thing I have. So I'm changing the ending. I pick the weakest beast in the Temple, a half-dead peacock chick called Pip, that everyone laughs at. I make the people who wronged Nora pay, one humiliating reversal at a time. And with Pip, I'll build a shelter, stock food and clean water, and prepare for a disaster that kills almost everyone I wrote. But the plot is changing without me. The Flood is coming faster. The villains keep doing things I never wrote. And a woman in the dark water seems to be holding my pen. Pip isn't just a beast. He's hiding a power that can survive the end of the world, and a curse that I may be the only one who can break. Ninety days. One peacock. One author who knows how it all ends, except for the part that matters. They chose the dragon. I chose the weakest beast.

He gave my place in the shelter I paid for to his mistress, then watched me die on the steps. The man I trusted. The "cousin" he swore was only family. Fifty-nine degrees of sun, and a door that never opened. Then I woke up in my own bed, ninety days before the sun came for the world. Now a glowing screen only I can see is giving me orders, and every one of them is a blow. Expose the cousin. Leave the boyfriend. Sell the house. Sell the company. While the whole city whispers that I've lost my mind, I'm buying every air conditioner I can find and hiding them where nobody will look. They don't know what's coming. I do. Somewhere in this city is the stranger who died trying to open that door for me. And when the heat arrives, everyone will come to my gate. The ones who left me outside will beg the loudest. I will not open it.