Bloodborne Plague Doctor

Stephen's beloved Phoebe fell into a coma. To everyone, I became the villain—accused of harming her out of unrequited love for Stephen. Mute, I had no way to defend myself before Stephen locked me away in the basement. He said I would only be freed when Phoebe woke up. Broken and hopeless, I succumbed to fear and starvation, eventually developing amnesia. Day by day, my memories began to slip away. Yet, Stephen, tears in his eyes, begged me not to forget him. But all I wanted was to leave it all behind and keep moving forward.

Raven Rosette, the only daughter of Caston Rosette, the infamous Mob Boss of Sicily. She is beautiful, sassy and a talented soon-to-be doctor. She loves her papa but the only thing she hates about him is his title Mob Boss Trapped in the world of possessive mob bosses, Raven finds herself entangled with someone who is forbidden for her. He is a deadly poison and she was willing to drown in his poison. Both their hands are immersed in blood. One is obsessed with taking lives then another is obsessed with saving lives

She was born into the Mafia life but she hated it. She wanted to live a normal life where violence and blood sheds were not needed. But life other plans for her. Rosaline's life took a massive turn when her father announced that she was getting married to the King of the Russian Mafia. Things weren't roses and daisies for her. instead, they were bushes of torns. Alexei didn't even understand the reason he was having a wife but he knew he couldn't go against the wishes of his grandfather. let's see how well they would handle each other.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

Seven people, five murders, one conspiracy. Mobia is a small European country that sits over a volcano that allows magical beings to live there. Many believe the magic also keeps evil at bay, which lowers their crime rate. Joey Hamilton knows better.

When Iris went to prison for her boyfriend, she discovered that he was about to marry Alpha's daughter. It turned out that he had been using her all along and then abandoned her... Iris fell into despair, but unexpectedly, she crossed paths with Marcus, Alpha's son and her former patient. She became her ex's brother-in-law's wedding companion?! The most notorious playboy in the Pack?

Dr. Kahlia Ford has spent a year putting her life back together after the painful betrayal of her ex-husband. Strong, calm, and independent, she refuses to be a victim again, especially to an Alpha male. But when Alpha Jaron Creed, once a strong and fearless biker now broken by a terrible accident, is placed under her care, everything she has rebuilt starts to change. His quick temper, harsh words, and stubborn pride test her patience every day. But under all that anger and toughness is a man fighting his own pain. As Kahlia helps him stand back up, she also begins to face the wounds she has been hiding, the scars left by her ex-husband, and the heart she swore she would never open again. Jaron starts to see that even the strongest healer has deep wounds of their own. Things become even harder when Kahlia’s ex-husband comes back into her life. Obsessed and unwilling to let her go, he is ready to ruin everything just to have her again. But when old secrets come out and the truth can no longer stay hidden, will love hold them together, or will the revelation of those truths break them even more than the past ever did?

"She’s just a legal vessel for my heir. Once the child is born, I’ll dispose of her." Those ruthless words shattered Serena’s three-year marriage to billionaire, Rafael Navarro. Hidden in the shadows, she watched her cold-hearted husband passionately entangle with his own stepsister, realizing she was merely a biological pawn meant to bear a healthy child to bypass their twisted, genetically doomed bloodline. Disgusted and fiercely protective of the newly discovered life growing inside her, Serena refused to be their sacrificial lamb. On a violent stormy night, she orchestrated her own tragic death, plunging a car off a cliff and burying her naive love at the bottom of the deep abyss. Five years later, the weak, discarded wife is dead. In her place stands Dr. S, a globally feared and untouchable medical genius. Karma strikes with absolute vengeance when the child Rafael ultimately had with his stepsister is born with severe, rotting genetic defects. Desperate and out of options, the once-arrogant billionaire is forced to his knees in public, offering his empire to beg Dr. S for the boy's life, completely oblivious that the ruthless woman looking down at him is the wife he drove to her grave. But Rafael's ultimate descent into madness begins when he crosses paths with Serena’s four-year-old prodigy possessing his exact emerald-green eyes, a son who coldly looks right through him, leaving Rafael to burn in the ashes of his late regret.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.