A Cold Day In Hell Book Novels & Stories

On the day of my prenatal checkup, my husband's childhood sweetheart, Maya Crane, volunteered to drive me to the hospital herself. Halfway there, she suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Lara Quinn. You don't deserve Mason Sterling. "You don't deserve to carry his baby." My heart dropped. I clutched my stomach and tried to jump out of the car. However, before I could move, she jerked the steering wheel–sending my side of the car straight toward an oncoming truck. The truck swerved at the last second. Her side slammed into the guardrail. Maya was dead at the scene. I was hemorrhaging, and the baby almost came too early. In her last breath, dying in the wreck, she sent Mason a message. [Mason… Lara did this to me on purpose…] The police investigated for half a month and ruled me innocent. Mason grieved, but he stayed by my side, caring for me with obsessive tenderness while I recovered. The day I was discharged, he took me to the seaside. Then he shoved me into the ocean. His voice was cold and merciless. "Don't think destroying the evidence means you're safe. You caused her death. Pay for it with your life." The sea filled my lungs. And when I opened my eyes again–I was back to the day of my prenatal checkup.

On the day I was declared pregnant, I ran into my husband in the ob-gyn. He was with his long-lost love for a prenatal checkup. "I'm not going home tonight. As you can see, I have business to attend to," Lawrence said quietly as he left with an arm wrapped around Melissa. I fell silent and booked an abortion surgery. Everyone around us thought I was a simp for Lawrence. They thought I wouldn't leave, no matter how badly he mistreated me. He had the same thought. No one knew that I only married him to repay a debt. That debt was now repaid. Ten years was up, and I could finally end this abominable marriage.

Everyone has a right to smile, love, and find happiness, but that wasn't the case for Hayat Ali. She is a 25-year-old Muslim girl who works as a school teacher. She lives with her loving father, evil stepmother and stepsister. Many will say that there's no such thing as an evil stepmother or even a stepsister but this is because they have read Cinderella or even read this book. Ever since she could remember her stepmother Maryam, hated her because of the love that she got from her father. She and her daughter always try to make life miserable for Hayat when her father isn't at home. All that changed when a young man saw how she treated his son with the kindness and love that he wanted for his son. Aayan Muhsin is a 30-year-old father and widower who is a millionaire. Aayan hasn't believed in God ever since he lost his wife due to cancer four years after his son Azaan was born. He raised his son with the help of his parents. When he lost his wife, he lost everything that he held dear to his heart except his son. Azaan. All that changed when he saw her with his son. Aayan knew that his son needed a mother's love and that he would need her guidance. So when his father told him about her. He accepted it for his son's sake. But what he didn't know was the fact that she would change their lives for the better or maybe for the worse. Trials will make them question their love and loyalty to each other. People would want to keep them apart, will they succeed, or will their love for each other be stronger than any trial that will come their way?

What is it you truly desire? Is it money? Is it power? Fame? Perhaps you lust for passions of the flesh? Well I have all of those and more. Money I could burn, a repertoire that would make me your favorite celebrity green with envy, and an empire that comes with unlimited snatch as a perk. See a guy like me could make a nun get on her knees for far more than just prayer but it comes at a price. A gift and a curse I always say. My name is Jason Sanders better known as “The Sex Doctor”. Now, of course, mines isn’t the life you envision for yourself when they ask you what it is you want to be when you grow up but my life - as seemingly perfect as it was – changed the day I met…. HER.

When the weakest member of the pack has the most power, what happens? An omega by birth, Anastasia Elliot was reserved, overlooked, and unwanted. Alpha Victor Blackwood, her fated mate, unintentionally awakens the dormant power of an ancient royal bloodline long believed extinct when he brutally rejects her in favor of another. What mysteries are contained in a forgotten mermaid princess's blood? Furthermore, why does the universe tie her destiny to the one creature that has vowed to exterminate her kind? With ice in his veins and no room for weakness, Kael Valois, the Cold Vampire King, has dominated the night for more than a century. But will he resist fate or give in to it when he discovers Anastasia—wounded, lost, and luminous with a power that calls to something deep within him? A broken omega and a vicious vampire king face a world that wants them torn apart as dark forces rise and the tenuous peace between werewolves, vampires, and merpeople threatens to break. Will Anastasia discover the truth about her parents' murder and embrace her inner strength? Or will she be destroyed before she can bring the supernatural realm together by her enemies, both old and new? And in a society where loyalty can be lethal, rejection is power, and love is a weapon, Who really supports her?

“If I blow each and every dandelion in this field, will he choose me? Will he love me? Will he be mine?” -Sherly Montenegro A smart, cunny, witty, and sly woman. She was the most respected woman in the word of illegalities, weapons and blood. Her weapon, the information. She is one of the most famous information gatherers that no one wants to be messed with. She is living her usual life. Not until he meets George. She fell in love only to get her heart broken. Will she be able to pick herself up or will she drown in the pain she is feeling when she gets information about him?

When the murderer tortures me to death, my criminal investigator dad and chief forensic pathologist mom are cheering at my brother's match. The criminal saws off my tongue. He answers my Dad's call with my finger. Just before the call ends, Dad's cold voice cuts through. "Playing dead, huh? We should never have brought him back." The murderer chuckles mockingly. "Looks like I grabbed the wrong kid. I thought they'd care more about their real son." When Mom and Dad arrive at the crime scene later, they stare at the mutilated body in shock and rage at the murderer's cruelty. But they never realize that the broken, bloodied body is their biological son.

Laura Miller Williams problems come all at once. Her boyfriend cheated on her, her father's company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and she risked losing the Miller Estate. Now, she was about to marry a man she only knew by name - Draco Atlas Smith, the owner of the Smith Group of Companies. It was a marriage of convenience; she and Draco would marry to save her family's assets, especially the beloved Miller Estate. And when Laura saw the man she was to marry, her heart almost stopped. Draco Atlas Smith was tall, fair-complexioned, well-built, and gorgeously handsome. The man's sex appeal was simply overflowing. His piercing stare sent chills, a trait that earned him the formidable reputation as the Cold Billionaire. Draco and Laura got married in a simple ceremony. But it wasn't until she became Mrs. Smith that she discovered the real reason he'd married her. It wasn't just about helping her; he'd used her to exact revenge on her father, who had wronged him.

They say tough situations don't last, but tough people do. They are bloody liars, whoever said that. My tough situation didn't make me stronger. It pushed me into the arms of Elias Thorne. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. One of the richest men in the country. And, apparently, my fake husband. I'm just a contract wife. A transaction. He needs me to secure his standing in the company. He hates me and I don't care. I need his money, his influence, his resources, anything to save my mother's and sister's life. Forty-five days. Then I walk away. That was the deal. No love or feelings. Just business. But a penthouse is smaller than it looks. And forced proximity has a way of cracking open doors you swore you locked up. He has his own wounds. His own ghosts. And sometimes, when he looks at me, I swear he's not seeing a contract at all. Forty-five days. Either we walk away untouched. Or we burn.

My cold-blooded Mafia boss, Don Cassius, tore my painting to shreds. Right in front of everyone. I needed to vent. I texted a picture of my legs in fishnets to my dark web sugar daddy. [Wanna be stepped on by your Mistress? Stroke it for me. Now.] I looked up. Cassius—usually an untouchable iceberg in a bespoke suit—swallowed hard. His ears flushed a dark red. Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone. My photo. My filthy command. Both flashing on his screen. Holy shit. Ice shot through my veins. My stupid fucking thumb slipped... and hit the video call button.