Better Off Dead

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

Life is unsure and unfair for her. Her parents were already dead and she grew up in an orphanage. When she reached 18, they told her to move out so she had no choice but to do what they wanted. She started to work for herself since then. She tried to do a lot of jobs, making her forget what sleep feels like. In this world, a weak omega like her is like trash. Alphas are the only people that are valid in this unfair society. If you want to have a good life, you have no choice but to give yourself to thos alphas or worse, be their slave and let them stomp your dignity. In order to survive, an omega like her needed to stick like a leech to those alphas who the society respects. She even thought of selling herself just to have money. Maybe her life would be better if an alpha brought her. Maybe everything would be better if she had parents she can lean on. All of this came to her faster than bullets and she found herself clinging to that bridge, feeling the chilly air coming from below. Hazel is prepared to end it all, until a child suddenly appeared out of nowhere and clung to her legs. The child kept on calling her “mama” and didn't want to let go. Followed by this, men in black came to her, accusing her of kidnapping the child. “Please don't take me!! I didn't know this child!” Hazel exclaimed.

When the Alpha is murdered and Rogues seize control of the pack, Lyra is terrified. Stuck living underground under metres of ice does not stop the heat of the Full Moon. Nor does it stop leader Declan struggling with his history with the bunker. Declan is trying to prevent chaos and starvation, whilst fighting his wolfs yearning for Lyra. She must be ignored. The servant girl, a tainted daughter of the dead Alpha is off limits. However trapped together, every month soon becomes a passionate torture. Hurt by the past, Lyra refuses to let her guard down, even as her heart melts. Rogues are not meant to be trusted, but could it be the secrets she has hidden that bring the pack down?

"I knew I hit the jackpot when his name popped up. Call me a gold digger, but I'm going to charm his pants off tonight." Charmaine lost her mother on her 18th birthday, and she was left all alone in this scary world to cater for herself. Pained by the death of her mother and the ordeal she had endured all these years, Charmaine swore to bleed the world dry for all its gold, The world they say is a jungle and Charmaine is the Queen of the jungle. Will she bleed the world dry for all its gold or will her dead heart beat again? find out in this exciting book Miss Gold Digger!!!!

“Hey little brother, wanna get married? Here are nine bucks, it’s on me!”Just like that, Cecelia Shayne gave herself away with nine bucks.Consequently…The random cutie she dragged off the street? He’s a poor good-for-nothing who needs her to tend to his every need.However, there’s nothing she can do.This is a husband she bought, and she needs to swallow this somehow.But… But…Why does his name seem to be the same as the owner of a certain conglomerate…?What?Asset transfer?Cecelia was shocked. “Why’re you giving me all this money?”William Sandler looked her dead in the eye, “Money’s yours, you’re mine!”

Tara a woman full of dreams for her family, applied as a personal assistant of Peter. Peter, a notorious playboy, keeps on changing women just like how he changes his clothes. Wore it for a couple of hours then dump it after but when he saw Tara he knows trouble ate him up. A hot woman is his assistant! He couldn’t keep his eyes off on her as well as can’t think clearly when he was with her. Thinking of ways how to pleasure the lady and how she tastes like. But can Peter get the woman’s attention when Tara already has a boyfriend? Will Tara be one of Peter’s playmates? Or Tara will change Peter for the better?

King Alpha Greyson takes Princess Faelyn's first kiss. But after he leaves, Greyson is nowhere to be found. And what was that thing about being mates? Fae ventures off across the land of Amaratha in search of this handsome, mysterious stranger. Will they finally meet again? "You're so feisty. I love it." His hot breath tickled my neck and I squeezed my eyes shut. My neck was so sensitive, yet here he was making me all hot and bothered. I hated him! Greyson took a deep breath and inhaled. "I can smell your arousal, princess. You better get it under control or we will have to take this somewhere else.

When my boyfriend, Mark Jamison, gets in a car accident that leaves him paralyzed, I pawn the ring my mother left to me before she died to help him. With hands that have never been used to do any work or a single household chore in my life, I start lugging around delivery bags. In the middle of a rainstorm, I get assigned to deliver a food order worth 10,000 dollars, with a 100-dollar tip. Just as I happily celebrate my luck, I overhear the raucous laughter coming from inside the villa. "She actually believes you got paralyzed in a car accident? She now spends all day doing deliveries just to support you financially? She even sold off her dead mom's ring?" "She'd probably cry her heart out if she ever finds you're actually a wealthy scion worth tens of billions of dollars, who's just pretending to be poor!" Mark twirls the wineglass he's holding and says, "A lowly woman like her was born to wait on others. She brought it upon herself by always being better than Rosie back in school. Messing with her is the punishment she deserves." I continue to stand in the rain, tears rolling down my cheeks. This is how I find out Mark has spent the last two years faking his condition just to help his childhood sweetheart get back at me. His so-called paralyzed legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears are all just part of a meticulously executed lie. I haven't talked to my father, the richest man in town, for years. But now, I have finally decided to call him. "I lost, Dad. I'll accept the marriage alliance and marry the guy you picked for me."

"Fine!" I acquiescently cave in. "He better keeps his eyes off of you, or I'll poke his eyeballs out of its socket!" I grumbled exasperatedly. She just shook her head again in disbelief. It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine. Whatever is mine, is mine alone, and sharing is not on my vocabulary. Deceitful Lies, Betrayal, Revenge, all in the name of Love. Will they both find their happy-ever-after?

My daughter-in-law cheated on my son behind his back, and I caught her. When I confronted her, she turned the tables on me, accusing me instead. I told my son everything exactly as it happened, but she broke down crying and accused me of bullying her. "Ever since I married into the Simmons family, you've never been happy with me," she sobbed. "If I’d known you’d slander me like this, I would’ve been better off dead!" She attempted to hurt herself to prove her innocence, but my son stopped her. "Mom, how could you accuse my wife like that? You're my own mother, but this is too much!" he shouted. Furious, he moved out with her. Later, I fell gravely ill and begged my son to come see me one last time. When he finally arrived, he brought her with him. To my horror, they removed my oxygen tube. As I struggled to breathe, I heard her smug voice whisper in my ear: "Old hag, if it weren't for you accusing me of cheating, Herman and I wouldn’t have gotten your inheritance so quickly!" She laughed coldly. "Oh, and next time you accuse someone, make sure you have evidence. Did you really think your word alone could ruin me?" I died choking on my final breath. Afterward, they lived happily, spending my money without a care in the world. But then, I woke up. It was the day I caught her cheating again. This time, I went straight to work. I replaced the lubricant at home with industrial-strength glue. She wanted proof? Fine. I’d give her proof.