Novel & Cerita A Kiss Before Dying

Leah had discovered her first real betrayal from the ones she loved the most... or so she thought. Her half-sister, wanted everything she had, but the one thing that was supposed to be hers, was ripped and taken from her too. When a kind stranger comes along, what does she do? Should she continue to seek her revenge or should she give up on the idea altogether? What happens when the stranger finds himself wanting her more and more? Is it fate or just a simple coincidence? One secret, one undiscovered truth, what will happen next? After all, there is pain before bliss...

A sweet, aching, slow-burn romance about first love, second chances, and the kind of boy who never let go of control. ⠀ Lila & Anthony. ✨ High school sweethearts. 💃 Secret dances under gym lights. 🌸 A hand-blown glass lily gifted with meaning. ⠀ He was always dominant. Always the one who led. Even back then, when she didn’t fully understand what that meant. ⠀ Years later, when she’s in college and he’s in the Air Force, fate gives them another shot. But some wounds don’t heal easily. And some love stories don’t follow the rules. ⠀ They loved twice. They broke once. This time… Will it be forever?

True is an ex assassin,Joe, Josephine is an actress,with a secret disorder,which makes her want to live the life of her characters. True's grandad might not make it quarter way through the new year,and requests one thing from True. That he gets himself a girlfriend. Will True be able to find someone he can truly relate to and can Joe find solace somewhere and learn her who she really is? Can they both work together,pretending to be a couple and get the one thing they both need from the world. Can they both find freedom?

Before my engagement, a fire broke out in my dressing room. The explosion sent shards of glass deep into my body. My best friend, Monica Addams, shielded me as we escaped the flames.  At the hospital, she stayed by my side as I clung to life.  She called my fiancé, James Miller. However, his response was dismissive. “Veronica isn’t feeling well, and I’m accompanying her to get an IV drip. If it’s no big deal, just drop it.” Furious, Monica unleashed a string of curses and called her own boyfriend, Lucas Smith, asking him to help find a specialist.  He brushed her off, too. “Stop overreacting. Veronica’s sick, so I’m getting her some medicine.” When I narrowly escaped death and met Monica’s gaze, I said in a low voice, “I want to call off the engagement.” Without hesitation, she responded, “If you end yours, I’ll end mine.” That was when both men panicked. 

Unnatural murders have accumulated in the suburban area of Leonska State. The bizarre details of each murders confined the state police inside a hopeless predicament and as they widen their investigation it, the possibility of catching the perpretrator slowly died down. The police force knew that it would not take long before the case goes cold and unsolved. Paige Morsen, the sagacious, resilient, and the only female detective under the Homicide Unit received the approval of taking the case under her control. Despite the chauvinism she receives and invalidation from the police men in their force, she continued following the sketchy tracks of the killer, hoping she would mark the case as closed before the frantic race of the time would end. As she dives in towards the deep and twisted mind of the killer, she finds herself trapped inside a horrific cat-and-mouse chase with no other possible way out other than executing the killer himself. Would she be able to serve the justice? Or would it take another victim to again disappear before she could call it a case-closed?

Ethan Shaw had died. Before the funeral, his wife, Stella Walker, packed his belongings and found a thick photo album. [My True Love] On the cover, it said— She opened it. The photos inside were not of her. They were Rachel Chester—the girl Ethan had adopted years ago. Not only that, Ethan left all his wealth to her. Stella died with hate in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before she married Ethan. This time, she chose to live for herself and walked away from Ethan to pursue her own dream. What she did not expect was that, in this life, Ethan went mad looking for her when she left. He searched for her everywhere.

“Imagine if both your wife and your lover fell into the water at the same time—who would you save first?” Upon remembering what her friend had said a few days ago, Myra felt her heart ache; it was so acute that it threatened to suffocate her. She stood stiffly in the banquet hall while the exquisite knee-length blue dress she wore was glued to her wet body, making her like a drowned rat. When the company employees in the hall saw her, they began to whisper and snicker among themselves. She did not have to eavesdrop to know what they said about her. “She’s trying to climb the corporate ladder by sleeping with the director…”

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law slid a contract across to me, right in front of more than 20 relatives. "Just sign it," she said lightly. "Consider it a favor to me." I looked down. A home mortgage agreement for 150,000 dollars. Across from me, my husband's younger brother, Jim Canfield, watched with a grin. Beside him, my husband's eldest sister, Cindy Canfield, urged impatiently, saying, "Shirley, what are you waiting for? Just sign it." I said I needed to go home and talk it over with Howard Canfield first. My mother-in-law's expression darkened. "What? You can't even make this decision for your own marriage?" That night, I did not sign anything. Later, she sent a three-minute voice message in the family group chat, accusing me of being childish, ungrateful, and heartless. More than 70 replies followed—not a single one in my defense. A month later, I came home from work to find three men waiting at my door, there to seize the house. I pulled out my phone and checked the property registry. The record was clear. [Mortgaged. 150,000 dollars.]

Clifford is a bright, athletic high school senior with a stubborn grin behind his reading glasses and a future in finance waiting on the other side of graduation. He’s popular enough to feel seen, yet in the shadow of a relationship that looks flawless but is anything but. Clair, his girlfriend, is the town’s sweetheart. Beautiful, charming, and suspiciously aloof about Clifford’s growing unease. His world tilts when he meets Tyler, the school’s enigmatic star player: tall, quick witted, and radiating danger and charm. Tyler’s circle knows his truth, even if he won’t broadcast it, and his gaze keeps finding Clifford across crowded halls and quiet classrooms. A party spins everything into questions when a game of spin the bottle sends a spark that neither can ignore. A kiss, sudden and charged, shatters Clifford’s certainty and ignites a dangerous longing he’s afraid to name. As rumours swirl and pressures, mount from grades, parents, and old loyalties. Clifford must decide what kind of man he wants to be. Is desire a betrayal of the life he’s planned, or the doorway to his truest self? With Leonard’s sci fi wisdom and Tara’s fearless energy on the sidelines, Clifford discovers that growing up isn’t about choosing one path, it’s about finding the courage to follow the right one, even when the future isn’t clear.

Seven years I’ve worn the title of Luna for Alpha Darius Thorn, chained to him by a forbidden ritual that poisoned my wolf and left me barren, broken, and whispering “useless” in every shadow. The healer’s words were ice: my wolf is dying. Reject him or mark him within a year, or I die with her. Darius refused both. So did the rest of the world. When I caught the laugh from his chambers, his mistress, heavy with the child I could never give..he sealed my fate. I looked him in the eye and spoke the words that shattered everything: “I reject you.” The bond ripped apart. Pain, then silence. And in that silence, something ancient in my blood finally stirred awake . Now the Alpha who once dismissed me feels only emptiness. And from the shadows of a buried massacre, a vengeful Lycan commander steps forward, drawn by the same spark in my veins, demanding blood for debts long owed. I was supposed to fade quietly. Instead, I’m rising. And no one is ready for what happens next.