Before The Devil Knows You're Dead

Elliot scanned his eyes round Lexa's curvy body, making her nervous. “Wow. Such beauty,” he said, with the most glorious smile. “A-are you him?” Alexa had never felt so weak. “What was I thinking? I forgot I can’t kill royals so easily. I definitely won’t want to kill you.” He bowed before her. “I’m sorry your majesty. I forgot you were royalty.” Alexa gulped. He moved like flash, appearing here and there within the twinkle of an eye. He sped to her back and held her waist. She whimpered. “I know everything about you and I know what you want,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you want me.” She pulled away from him. He smiled… a deadly smile. Alexa wanted to be strong, she was a Queen after all. “If you know what I want then you must tell me what you want in return.” "Everyone knows that the devil wants," Elliot said, smiling with great lust. *** Will the love between the devil and a prized angel ever succeed? Will a prophecy overrule a witch's curse? Will Elliot be given an second chance into holiness? Will their love prevail and will their forbidden love be accepted by the realms?

Everyone in the city knows Nathan Cooper only agreed to marry me because he had no choice. No matter how many times I tried to seduce him over the past seven years, he would just run his fingers over his rosary beads. Never once had he shown a trace of desire in his eyes. It isn't until that night, when I see him answer a long-distance call from his first love. Upon hearing her voice, Nathan loses control. It's as if heat was surging through his body like a live wire. The next day, Lily Hunt flies back. Nathan shoves me out of the car and drives off to pick her up. As I fall from the bridge and lose my memory, news of Nathan's proposal to his beloved sets the whole city ablaze. The next day, he shows up late to the hospital. As Nathan stands by my bedside, he says he will marry me, but only if he can hold a wedding ceremony with Lily. Then, he announces the wedding date. I lean against his bitter enemy, Luke Patton, and look at Nathan in confusion. "Sorry, who are you?"

Killed and resurrected. Reign Riley Mcdemort should be thrilled to have a second chance to live, but her ostensibly fairy tale future isn't what it seems, and her new life has come at a high price. Being in a life contract with a man she recognizes as a ruthless vampire is a potentially fatal condition. The life contract has the power to make you feel a hellish sensation that you would never wish for. It has its own law that you are not allowed to break, because if you do, it will turn into a poison in your blood, causing you to suffer in excruciating pain. Every minute felt like dying in a painful way. Reign discovered her new life as a curse. How long will she run to get away? How long could she bear the pain? Will she be able to cope with being different from everyone else? Will she be able to survive a vampire's life?

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

Juliet, Her life takes a dark turn when her abusive boyfriend exploits her, forcing her to sacrifice everything for him. Just when she thinks things can't get worse, she discovers he's sold her out for a one-night stand. Heartbroken and alone, Juliet is unexpectedly offered a contract marriage by a mysterious stranger who promises her safety and a chance to start over. Caught between her painful past and the hope for a new beginning, Juliet must decide if she can trust again. Will she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will her past continue to haunt her?

Lara is the epitome of evil, the sign of destruction, she is a savior to one and destruction to the other.

Leo, the don of Italy's most notorious and dangerous Mafia cult, comes in contact with Clara, an innocent scholarship student in his school. Leo goes to school, in order to fulfill his mother's last wish before she died. Clara on the other hand, needed to become the best graduating student to gain another scholarship to study in the university. Their first meeting wasn't pleasant, as they had a misunderstanding and Clara did what nobody has ever done to him, not to talk of an ordinary girl like her. If only she knew his identity... He was furious, and would have killed her instantly but he didn't. Everyone who saw and heard the news, were all suprised by his action. It was the very first time he hesitated to kill anyone who provoked him WHY DID HE SPARE HER?

Just a few days before my wedding, I accidentally come across a post while scrolling online. The title reads, "To the guy getting married in this city, your fiancée's already cheated on you." Curious, I click in to see the gossip, only to realize I'm the one being talked about. A deep male voice plays in the video. "I heard you're getting married?" The woman in the frame, bare-backed and trembling, chokes back a sob. "After you left, I realized you're still the one I love most. I'm done with him. Take me away, please!" The moment I hear her voice, it feels like someone punches me straight in the chest. Then I notice something on her wrist—the luxury couple's bracelet I gave her just yesterday. And in that instant, I feel like the biggest joke of all. Turns out the fool was me.

Two weeks before our wedding, Jonah Alston suddenly wants to postpone it. He says, "Sasha says she's having her first exhibition on that day. She'll be alone during the opening, and I'm worried she'll get stage fright. I have to help her. We're just going through the motions with the wedding, anyway. What does it matter whether it's a day earlier or later?" This isn't his first time postponing our wedding for Sasha Lester's sake, though. The first time he did it was because he claimed she missed having homecooked food after undergoing surgery. He'd flown abroad to care for her for two months. The second time was because he said she wanted to head into the mountains to get inspired. He'd gone with her out of concern for her safety. Now, this is the third time. I hang up and look at Austin Everett, my childhood sweetheart. He sits across from me, looking leisurely as he taps his emerald-embedded walking cane on the marble floor. I ask, "Do you need a wife?" On my wedding day, Sasha holds up her glass and waits for Jonah to clink it with his. However, his eyes are red as he watches a livestream—it's the wedding of the scion of Everett Group, the country's largest property development company.

Isabella Harrods is a young journalist who meets Terrence Langston, the CEO of Langston's jewelry and the son of the most notorious mafia lord, who was assassinated by his own son, Terrence. Following their meeting, a serial killer imitating Terrence's father's killing pattern emerges, triggering Terrence's PTSD. Even though there is a serial killer on the loose, their hate-to-love relationship blossoms. Terrence forces her to sign a blood contract stating that only death can keep them apart. As the murder rate and Terrence's recurring PTSD skyrocket, Isabella decides to track down the perpetrator. Having sealed a blood deal with him, what happens when she walks in on him while carrying a severed human head?