After My Death

Aria Montgomery never imagined that a one-night stand with Richard Thompson, heir to her family’s greatest rival, would lead to marriage. What was supposed to be her happily ever after turns into a cold, loveless union, where for three long years, she lingers in the shadow of his first love, Natalia. When Natalia reappears, Richard is quick to demand a divorce. He is so happy when she signs the papers but his relief is short-lived. Months later, Richard is stunned to learn that the woman he discarded is a billionaire heiress—and she’s now being pursued by a powerful, charming CEO who’s ready to give her the love she’s always deserved. Now, Richard wonders: Can he win her back, or has he lost her for good?

Wounded Butterfly Series I "Letting go of someone you love is not a sign of being weak, it is really a sign of being brave enough of letting someone be free even if it means of breaking you." - Samantha. Mara Samantha Montesor Gilmore is a strong woman with a good heart. She'll definitely take the pain of being an unwanted wife than letting the man she loves be deceit by someone else. She would rather hurt herself for the sake of him, that's how selfless she is -- she even made a promise to herself that she will never leave him, that she will always stay even if it hurts like hell. But how could she keep her promise and just stay by his side when there's this one reason for her to run away and leave him?

"Are you absolutely certain you want to purchase this Bond Severance Potion? Once consumed, it will gradually dissolve your mate bond over fifteen days. After that, the connection will be permanently broken. There's no reversing it, no room for regret." I nodded without hesitation. "Your name?" she asked, preparing to record the sale. "Sierra McKnight." The witch's hand froze, her eyes widening with recognition. Everyone in our country knew that Damien Blackwood, the Alpha King of the Northern Territory, had an Omega mate he'd cherished and pursued for years before their wolves finally bonded. Her name was Sierra McKnight. Without hesitation, I drank the Bond Severance Potion in one swift motion. Opening my phone, I booked a one-way ticket to Europe departing in exactly fifteen days. This time, Alexander would never find me anymore.

June and Adrien’s love story  Rated 🔞🔞🔞 Moving to Briarwood Hills with her mom and little brother Joey should have been a fresh start for Nineteen year old June. But instead, she's dragged to a shoddy underground club by her new friend where she is dared by the friend to do the unthinkable, fuck Adrien. A cold, notorious, devastatingly hot mafia bad boy of Briarwood Hills. And she does without holding back. However the next morning, when June arrived for breakfast with her new family nothing could have prepared her for the boy who walked in. Adrian her new brother, the very devastatingly handsome cold man who fucked her notoriously took her virginity and left her wanting to be spread open again by him. But Adrien doesn’t seem like last night meant anything to him as he only drags her into his room, giving her three rules Rule number one  Forget what happened last night. Rule number two Stay the fuck away from me and my business. Rule number three If you’re already growing my kid, take it out. But how the hell is June supposed to forget him, when all she can think about is how bad she wants him in her again? Trigger Warning  For mature audience only 🔞 Repeat - for mature audience only 🔞

"Rolling my eyes, I turn to see an extremely handsome man with short, styled, black hair staring back at me. His eyes are so dark brown that it appears that they are black. Even though I usually don't like men with a beard and mustache, he looks so hot with it, that I would melt in his hands if he touched me. This man oozes sex from every pore of his body. So much so, that when he accidently brushes my cheek with his hand, goosebumps instantly form on my arms. When I continue to stare at him, I notice that he glances down at my dress and just stares. Realizing why, I try to fold my arms across my chest, but he is standing so close, I can’t move without touching him." Dani as her family calls her lovingly, has always been the quiet mousy type.  She lives her life through books, while everyone else lives their lives to the fullest.  Always watching the world around her, she never quite is able to command the attention of anyone except for her friends and family.  When she finds out that she has to get a job to survive, she goes to the city and ends up working under Mr. knight.  Getting more than she bargains for, in the end is she naughty or nice?

I had spent my whole life living in the shadow of my sister, Juliana, the woman everyone in the mafia's heir circle adored and protected. She had no idea that I had been reborn. Just like in my previous life, she smiled sweetly and gently, insisting that I pick my fiancé first, pretending to be thoughtful and gracious. However, this time, I refused. In my previous life, I naïvely believed she meant well. I married the man she recommended, Chester Kane, an heir who was said to have been paralyzed after an ambush. I gave up my right to inherit the family, becoming his caretaker, his crutch, the medicine he used to fight loneliness. However, no matter how much warmth I gave him, his heart remained frozen. The truth only came out during my sister's pregnancy celebration. When an assassin from a rival family raised his gun toward her belly, the man who had not stood in years suddenly rose to his feet. He shoved me toward the muzzle of the gun. All seven bullets tore into my womb. As I collapsed, I saw him pull my sister into his arms, shielding her with his own body and taking the final shot for her. Only then did I understand. He had never been paralyzed. His family had never abandoned him. He pretended to be sick because Juliana's heart belonged to another man, and he refused to be tied to me. "I'm sorry, Tania," he said. "I lied to you. However, I couldn't let Juliana lose the heir she's carrying. I'll repay what I owe you in our next life." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my father asked us to choose our marriage partners. This time, I chose no one. Yet back then, they were the ones who begged for my love.

At my coming-of-age ceremony, I confessed my feelings to Uncle Daniel, who wasn't blood-related to me. Yet, he sent me overseas to study. Later on, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. The headaches were brutal. Left without a choice, I turned to him for help. Yet, his first love accused me of being wasted abroad. Said I got into stuff. Claimed my pain were just withdrawals. He believed her and dragged me back home. He locked me up in the family's abandoned villa atop the mountains, guards watching me around the clock. With treatment delayed, my headaches grew worse. It was a complete nightmare. One night, I couldn't take it anymore. I quietly slipped out of the window and jumped. One year after my death, he finally remembers me.

My mom and dad died heroically in a fire rescue, trying to protect an orphan. Afterward, my brother brought the orphan, Audrey, home. To make her smile, he'd throw away photos of me and our parents. He even kicked me out in front of everyone. For Audrey's coming-of-age celebration, he took her to Cranburn—the place I'd always dreamed of going. In his eyes, I had nowhere else to go. He believed that once I realized I was wrong, I'd come back on my own. But what he didn't know was—I had joined an overseas rescue team. This might be the last time we ever see each other.

When I was ten, I bugged my brother to come home for my birthday. He died in a plane crash that day. They never found his body. After that, my parents saw me as a total screw-up. They blamed me for his death. Every year on his memorial day, they forced me to kneel at the cemetery and repent my mistakes. I did that for eight years. I figured I'd spend my whole life paying for it. But on my 18th birthday, some creep stalked and murdered me. Right before I died, I tried calling for help. But my mom chewed me out. "I bet you're just dodging your duty to make up for James. You're full of crap. If you hadn't forced him to come back, he would have been alive. This is what you deserve." She hung up, leaving me staring at the dead screen. My last hope was dashed. She was right. Someone like me meant nothing but bad luck to those around me. I didn't deserve to exist. But then, eight years after his death, James showed up with his pregnant wife. When they heard I was gone, they fell apart.

“Doctor we’ve been asked to pull the plug.” Hannah could hear someone say from the far end of the operating room. “But if we do, she would die.” The Doctor replied. “The husband says he’s not changing his decision. That’s what he wants.” The man stated and left. Hannah couldn’t believe her ears. “Hayes told them to pull the plug, even though I still have a high chance of survival?” ~~~~~~~ The last words Hannah hears before she dies is the communicated verdict of her husband, sentencing her to death on the day of her surgery operation. Hannah is reborn three years back in time, but this time she isn’t the same timid, devoted wife. She is now a fierce Pheonix who has risen from the ashes with a thirst for revenge against those who have betrayed her. In her journey to reclaim her worth, allies are made and connections are formed but enemies lurks at every corner. Would the path Hannah chooses to thread give her what she seeks or would it consume and destroy her? And having being scarred before, would Hannah still give the flames of love another chance if it arises? Read to find out.