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Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

“Hannah…” he breathes ravenously. Nathan Durk. The man that makes my body lose control. The passion in his eyes is terrifying. It's consuming. My chest tightens with each beat of my heart. His eyes are like a void that traps you completely and sucks the air out of you. “I'm done denying this feeling. I need you,” he adds, taking another step towards me. My body is aching. But this is wrong. This is fvcking wrong! How can my whole body quiver for him when we are not fated to be? And my husband is right next door! This is forbidden! But yet, it is the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. Heck, my damn body is a traitōr and fate is so cruel! Suddenly the door opens and Liam Durk, my fated mate and husband bursts in. ********* Three years ago, Hannah Blanco broke up with her perfect boyfriend, Nathan, and married her fated mate, Liam. But she soon realizes that life never goes as planned most times. However, as much as she wants, she cannot easily end things with Liam. A bond stronger than anything keeps them tied. Three years later, Nathan returns to the pack and so are Hannah's feelings for him. Back then and now, his feelings never changed. But then, he is a man with a dark past and a bleak future. In the fight of desire, of what is wrong and what is right, Hannah must learn to tame her feelings. Or give in to the fọ́rbị́dden passịọ́n that she knew would only lead to darker ọ́bsessịon. However, Hannah's feelings are far from being the only thing on the line here. Everything comes at a price and these three must be ready for the consequences of their choices.

Luke is an events organizer and moved to Maiami, receiving the best job offer. He had nothing to complain about, if he hadn't had the misfortune of having a neighbor who they met didn't like each other. Jackson is a painter, who lives next door and is convinced. To make matters worse, she met up with the man who broke her heart and left her at the altar, Dereck. She, thinking it would be the most peaceful change of her last years, realized that it was more complicated than she imagined. Even though Luke feels attracted to Jackson, he won't admit it and will do anything not to fall in love, but he will manage to live with Jackson in an indifferent way.

James Walkers is the most famous basketball team leader and also the head of the bully group. With his blessed handsome face and also being the treasure of the prominent family in Franklin Town, he changed his girlfriends as changing the clothes. Rumors said that he never dated a girl more than two weeks because he is not capable of making his girlfriends lay on his bed. To all surprises, he become stable with Jessica Smith, a beauty queen, transferred from another town, and have a brother, Jeremy Smith who is a typical prejudiced boy. On the prom night, there is a knock on the Smith's door and Mrs. Smith said, " Oh! Jessica, your date is here" but he said " It's not Jessica but Jeremy" !!!

I was growing up as the much-hated "fake heiress" in a wealthy family, and my life took a devastating turn after my death. My childhood friend who lived next door leaked my nudes online, branding me as manipulative and promiscuous. This ignited public outrage, with strangers celebrating my demise at my family's home. My parents, eager to sever any connection with me, destroyed our mansion that very night, even going so far as to feed my ashes to the dog. Everyone said I deserved it. On the day the true heiress married my childhood friend in a grand, live-streamed wedding, I gave them a unique wedding present from beyond the grave.

He was arrogant, wealthy, and cold-hearted the last person I ever thought I’d end up married to. But when desperation knocked on my door, and I needed a sponsor to stay in school, he was the only one who answered. The contract was simple: no feelings, no drama, no strings attached. But in a house filled with secrets, stolen glances, and unexpected touches, lines began to blur. I swore I wouldn’t fall for him. He swore he didn’t have a heart. Now we’re married for the world to see… But what happens when the fake starts to feel real? I thought I signed a contract. I didn’t know I was signing my heart away.

After pursuing Yves Chapman for five years, he finally agrees to marry me. Two months before the wedding, I get into an accident. I call him thrice, but he rejects my call each time. It's only because Clarisse Tatcher advises him to give me the cold shoulder for a while to stop me from pestering him. When I crawl out of that valley, I'm covered in injuries. My right hand has a comminuted fracture. At that moment, I finally understand that certain things can't be forced. But after that, he starts to wait outside my door, his eyes red as he asks me to also give him five years.

Leaving behind the world she knew, Sia Martin made her way into the world of money, power and blood along with her friends. Their happy dreams didn't know about the price they have to pay for success. When the life of lies catches upto Sia, threatening to take away everything from her, she relies on the person she hates the most. Hardin Black, the rumoured murderer and stone - hearted CEO of one of the biggest corporations around. He makes her sign a contract for life, snatching her freedom in return of one promise but is he really the saviour she thinks he is or is he just another devil around the door to tempt her into giving away everything voluntarily?

Two souls, one body. One was a feared assassin, and the other was a beautiful soul brought up and given everything she could ever want. Both were betrayed and killed by those around them on the same day and time. Fate, it seems, could only give one of them a second chance to make things right, a chance at vengeance for both lives.********* "What is this?" Aurelia asked her. "It's a note for a surprise that was prepared for you by your father. He said to hand it to you before the party. You should open it," Nella said. Aurelia smiled at her and tore it open. It was obviously typed in bold letters. SEE YOU AT THE ATTIC, DEAREST. Dearest? That's what her father always referred to her as. "I guess I should start going there," there," Aurelia said and left. The attic had been closed since the incident, and Aurelia had always wanted to go in there and see. It was only reasonable now that her father should let her see before getting married. She entered. "Dad?" She called out to him, but there was no answer. She went in further, and then she saw what was written on the wall. 'DIE BITCH! ' Just then, she heard from behind her as the door closed. Soon, something like a pipe was let in as smoke was being let inside the room. Aurelia ran to the door and started banging, but just then, the violinists started to play below along with other instrumentalists. She kept banging until she started to feel faint and slumped as she gasped for air. There were only a few who knew about her asthmatic condition. her father, her late mother, and Nella. Why would her father want her dead?****************** Read to know what happens next.

“Nice doing business with you, you can take her” I heard my uncle whisper with a smiling face, drooling over the huge money in front of him. The strict tall looking woman in dark sunglasses, standing by the door, signaled the other two women standing outside, and they stormed into my room and dragged me away, against my will… “No! Let me go! Uncle Lucio! Do something, please! Where are they taking me now? My cry filled the whole house, but no one was there to do anything except the grin I saw on my uncle's face. They're now your new family, go with them and be a nice little girl. He said, and I watched him bang the door in my face. My name is Laura Faris and I was sold by my uncle at the age of 15 to this all-girls boarding school. Not just an ordinary high school, It was a secret school where Omega girls like me were being groomed and trained while they were sent out as sex workers while some as slaves to important people in society. I was bought by the most tyrant and ruthless man I had ever seen in my life. His name is Ricky Mart. He is the Lycan King of the Rainbow Crest Park... I became his slave, I hated him for experiencing all kinds of brutality and forced sex from him, but what I can't explain is when my burning rage of hatred for him turns into a dark night of pleasure. "Will I ever heal from it, or is SALVATION waiting for me?” NB: This story does contain intense topics of kidnapping, forced sex, rape, suicide, violence and strong language. Readers discretion is advised.