Angels Of Death Rachel

"Aku tidak menerima hasil perundingan ini!" Amira Zahra, wanita cantik dan mandiri yang merupakan kekasih dari Keenandra El Pasha terkejut mendengar perjodohan paksa antara kekasihnya dan adik angkatnya yang bernama Aletta. Keenandra dengan lantang berdiri menentang keras perjodohan itu. Ia pun menarik Amira dan mengajaknya pergi dari rumah ayah angkatnya. Mereka berdua sepakat melakukan perjanjian satu sama lain demi mempertahankan kisah cinta yang telah terjalin selama tujuh tahun. "Apa yang kamu inginkan setelah melakukan semua ini padaku?" lirih Amira. "Karena aku takut kehilanganmu. Dengan cara ini, aku masih bisa mengikatmu." "Aku tidak mau! Lepaskan aku!" teriak Amira meraung-raung. Demi terus bersama mereka berdua nekat melakukan hal terlarang hingga membuat salah satu dari mereka menjadi posesif. Sebenarnya, apa isi perjanjian itu? Dan apakah Amira akan menuruti keinginan Keenandra?

Jill begitu kecewa kala menemukan pria yang dipacarinya selama 3 tahun terakhir, ternyata berselingkuh! Namun, di saat yang sama, gadis angkuh itu justru dihadapkan dengan Revel, ahli waris aneh yang kerap memancing emosinya. Bahkan, membawanya ke dalam hubungan satu malam yang penuh gairah.... Lantas, bagaimana kisah Jill selanjutnya? Terlebih, Revel ternyata memiliki sebuah ikatan di masa lalu dengan dirinya!

Carla Arista, wanita mandiri yang menikah dengan duda anak satu bernama Abisena, ia merelakan suaminya menikah lagi atas keinginan ibu mertuanya. Carla tak bisa memberinya anak, ia menderita penyakit yang membuatnya sulit untuk hamil. "Mas, mari kita bercerai." "Sampai kapanpun aku tidak akan menceraikan kamu!" Abisena tak punya pilihan lain, jika ia tak mau menikah lagi maka ia juga akan kehilangan Carla. Apakah akhirnya pernikahan Carla dan Abisena akan berakhir bahagia atau semakin terluka karena orang ketiga?

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.

My mom, who works as a lawyer, decides to take me to court just because I refuse to donate my platelets to my younger sister, Lindsey Finch. I explained to her that I have a blood clotting disorder, and having an extremely low platelet count would put my life at risk. But she screamed at me through tears: “Can’t you just stop pretending? Do you really have to let your sister die? How could I have raised such an ungrateful wretch?” I lost the case, and my platelets were forcibly taken. I suffered a massive hemorrhage and died a miserable death alone in a deserted corner.

During the SAT exam, My sister and I both had an emergency at the same time. Overwhelmed by stress, I suffered a heart attack and was on the brink of death. Yet my mom, who was working as an invigilator that day, rushed to tend to my sister—who only had a stomach ache—without a second thought. I begged her to save me. But she kicked me away fiercely. “Can’t you pick the right time to put on a show for attention? If you ruin your sister’s grades, I’ll beat you to death, you beast!” Later, I failed to respond to resuscitation and died in the hospital. Mom collapsed overnight.

I am the hated true daughter of my family. One day, I was kidnapped along with my sister. The kidnappers cut off a section of my finger and sent it to my parents. But they just thanked God that the kidnappers had not cut off my sister’s finger. They deciphered the hint from my sister and alerted the police, but the kidnappers learned about it. To protect my sister, they told the kidnappers that I was the one who revealed the address to them. Because of it, I was tortured to death while my sister was saved. Oddly, when my parents found my mangled body, they broke down and said that they were going to make my sister and the kidnappers pay.

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”

My fiancé's first love was taking photos on a cliff before the landslide. To save her, he actually left me behind on the crumbling edge. I pleaded with him to save me. "Lucy isn't physically strong—she can't handle this alone. You've always been resilient. I'll get Lucy to safety first, then come back for you." Their silhouettes vanished over the ridge. After a brief commotion, everything went silent. Including me, with my freshly sprained ankle. When he saw the news of my death, he completely fell apart.

Sadie Damon is an ordinary woman with an ordinary life. A married woman and mother, she is unsuspecting of the great adventure that awaits her. After a near death experience, Sadie finds herself ensnared in a life full of dangerous angels who want her dead or just want her. When she meets Ben Parker, it is under the worst of circumstances, and the thought that he could be the man of her dreams never crosses her mind. However, she soon discovers that there is much more to him than meets the eye. Could he be her salvation?