Novel & Cerita Boyfriend To Death

Ivy is wolfless, and she feels the weight of her pack's expectations on her shoulders. As a member of the Hidden Valley Pack, she's expected to find her fated mate and settle down. But even when Ivy approaches her twentieth birthday, she still hasn't found her mate, and her pack members are starting to question her, making her feel like a failure. Desperate to save face, she comes up with a plan to ask the handsome and popular college baseball player and a pack Alpha, Ryder, to pretend to be her mate. When Ivy approaches Ryder with her proposal, he initially scoffs at the idea. But Ivy knows that Ryder has a secret that could threaten his position as Alpha, and she uses this knowledge to her advantage. She makes a with Ryder: if he pretends to be her mate, she won't reveal his secret to the pack. Ryder is initially furious with Ivy's blackmail, but he eventually realizes that he has no other choice. But what will happen when they find that it's more complicated than they thought to keep their feelings in check?

Blurb: He is off limits but every fiber of my being shamelessly wants to have him. After a break up with my ex-girlfriend, I gave up on love–believing my purpose was building my own company and not chasing feelings that leaves me empty. But one short, burning kiss changes everything forever. Her lips melt into mine like the perfect fit, her tongue erasing the numbness I'd carried for months. Everything about that kiss felt magically intoxicating. Until I opened my eyes. And realized that I just kissed a guy. It should have disgusted me, it should have even made me furious. Yet, I strangely wanted more. I told myself to stay away from him, to forget that night ever happened. But the spark in his eyes sets my body on fire, and when his finger brushes my cheek, resistance diffuses out of my body. I know this attraction will destroy me. But how do you resist something that feels so wrong, yet so right?

Is it possible to fall in love when you don't know what love is? Turns out it is. Chiara had no idea what love meant, she could not comprehend complex emotions. She had lived her life based on logic and certain principles, until he comes in and the sensible way no longer seem right. Murder came easy to her, it was like breathing, yet she could not kill him. For the first time ever, she could feel and it was all because of him. Feeling was something unexpected and strange, it was something she could not control, yet she wanted it. Nothing would make her give up the feeling, not even him. She was everything he despised, covered up in an alluring beauty. Death surrounded her, it lurked around her and so did he. He ought to stay away from her because she was a psychopath, but he could not. There was something about her that attracted him, pulled him in when he should have been repulsed. He hated her with about the same amount of passion that he loved her. Everything about her made him crazy, but he was ready to be crazy for her.

Anastasia Blomqvist isn’t the typical billionaire heiress and everyone loves reminding her. She’s not glamorous like her sisters; she runs the beauty empire from a desk while they chase the spotlight. No parties, no men, just work… and her cat. But when her family won’t stop meddling in her love life, Anastasia decides to handle it like a real businesswoman. By hiring the perfect fake boyfriend. Bram Kent. Ex-hockey star, devastatingly handsome, extremely charming and newly broke. The deal is simple: family dinners, public appearances and no real feelings. Until Bram starts going off script. Flirting harder and getting closer than anticipated. He starts changing her life without meaning to. And somewhere between the act and the attraction, Anastasia starts to wonder: Are we still pretending?

It’s not unknown for vampires to raise their own mates, it happens, they are immortals, they live forever. Anna is a kitten shifter, being raised by her own daddy, James, a vampire lord, he’s ancient, the master of his house and family. Mathew joined the coven newly, he belong to the family but been staying with his mother until now. Moving in, he knew nothing about the house, the rules, but he did find out his mate or maybe two. This is a ddlg/cgl/age regression. Whatever you wanna call it, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

My Alpha's ex-girlfriend finds an excuse to move in with us. Whenever she sees me and my pup, she clutches her chest and acts like she's devastated. My Alpha is sure that I'm deliberately showing off our pup to upset her. "I can't believe you keep flaunting our pup to get on Cissy's nerves! I have to teach you a lesson!" He orders his men to have our pup and me thrown into the basement. No one is allowed to bring me food. I try to escape, and I beg for mercy. I tell him our pup is weak because I wasn't in the best of health when carrying it. I also tell him a healer has advised me to be hospitalized for further treatment. He sounds like he's heard the world's biggest joke, and his tone is cold as he says, "How can you be weak when you made it out of being ambushed in the forest? Stop trying to make yourself seem pitiful! Stay in the basement and repent! This is what you get for making things hard for Cissy!" What he doesn't know is that, when I save him from the attack, I lose my wolf because I am injected with wolfsbane. During my pregnancy, I am also hospitalized many times in order to prevent miscarriage due to the fact that my body is too weak. The pup is in poor health and has been receiving treatment since birth. In the basement, I slash my wrists to feed my pup with my blood, but he still dies in my arms. My devastated howls reverberate in the space. Losing my wolf means I no longer have the ability to heal myself. I lie in a puddle of my blood as I hold my pup's cold body close. Three days later, my Alpha decides he wants me back when he drinks a cup of coffee that isn't to his liking. He says, "Let my Luna out so she can make me coffee and apologize to Cissy. She and the pup can be taken to the hospital if she's sincere enough." No one dares obey his orders—my blood is already flowing out of the basement.

Jay is a Bakery Owner who is very kind ,helpful and nice to others. He is loved by all and takes good care of his family and friends. One day he saved a kid from getting kidnap and then came across the man who is madly in love with him and his beautiful unknown past.

I give my grandmother a gift she'll never forget on her 60th birthday. My husband and I get into a fight on the highway back to my hometown. He pulls over in the emergency lane and chases me out of the car. He then drives off, leaving me stranded on the highway. He later gets into a major accident on the highway. His car is totaled, and he dies. It's actually not an accident—it's homicide. I'm the murderer.

I was born into a line of vampire hunters, but I was hopeless at it. I couldn't pass a single trial, couldn't make a single kill, so my family dumped me in the countryside and left me to rot. When they brought me back at eighteen, they packaged me up and handed me to the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein as his lowest blood-slave. I had already made my peace with being drained dry and tortured to death. He turned out to be nothing like what I expected. He built me a villa with good light. Every morning before dawn he went out to the garden and picked flowers still wet with dew, and left them by my pillow. When his family ordered him to kill me, he gave up five hundred years of glory for my sake. He surrendered his power, his title, his castle. He traded everything he had to keep me safe, and in the end he ran with me, away from the whole vampire world. But there was a curse in my blood. Every time I let myself feel something for him, it punished me, gnawing my heart to pieces one inch at a time. So all I could do was call him useless, force him to buy me jewelry, drive him away from my bed, and humiliate him every way I knew how. He ended up living in the garage, hauling cargo to survive, supporting a spoiled, vicious wife who treated him like dirt. One night I crept into his little partition and pulled back his collar. There was a burn the length of my hand, gotten from hauling freight day and night just to buy me a gift. I hid in the bathroom and ran the tap to cover the sound of crying. Dabbing ointment on the wound, sniffling, I asked the thing in my blood: "Curse. When is he finally going to hate me and leave?" The curse looked at the back of his hand, wet where my tears had fallen, then at the faint tremor of his lashes, and sighed. He's going to love you for the rest of his life.

Nikita's curse wasn't something that could simply be fixed, like a broken chair or a shattered vase. It was an immutable part of her, woven into the very fibres of her being. Accepting this truth had been a necessary act of survival, one she had embraced long ago, and she knew that the sooner others accepted it, the better. Cursed at a tender age due to her father's unkindness, Nikita was fated to bring death to anything she touched. This curse was a punishment meant to ensure that her father’s bloodline ended with her. The gravity of her curse revealed its brutality when, at just six years old, she accidentally killed her own mother with a simple touch. As years went by, her father's harsh reign eventually met its end, and Nikita inherited his throne, becoming the leader of her pack. However, at her father's funeral, destiny intervened in the form of Rykor, the son of a man who had so cruelly cursed her. Intrigued by the dark and cold Nikita, Rykor saw more than just the curse that shadowed her existence.