Capturing The Angel Of Death

My husband is a haute couture designer. When his true love goes blind in her right eye, he goes to his mother's ward and asks her for help in getting me to sign an organ donation agreement. What he doesn't know is that I'm already dead.

Angel Anneliese, sosok gadis SMA yang berumur 16 tahun dan berakhir menjadi seorang sugar baby. Wajah cantik, perilaku imut dan tingkah polosnya berhasil membuat pria yang berumur 14 tahun lebih tua darinya itu langsung tergila-gila untuk menjadikannya seorang sugar baby. Nick Brechtje, sosok pria yang begitu egois dan tidak peduli terhadap lingkungan sekitarnya, berhasil membuat seorang Angel Anneliese yang terbilang tidak peduli dengan cinta itu berhasil bertekuk lutut. Nick yang juga membenci dengan yang namanya 'Status Pengikat' pada akhirnya langsung terbuai oleh gadis mungil itu dan menjadikannya seorang sugar baby. Bagaimana kehidupan Angel saat setelah menjadi seorang sugar baby sesuai dengan keinginannya? Apakah dia mendapatkan kebahagiaan sama seperti apa yang dia ekspektasikan? Ataukah dia mendapatkan kenyataan yang berbanding terbalik dari ekspektasinya?

This is by no means a traditional werewolf tale. Romance, adventure, fantasy, legend, and never-ending plot twists are the foundations of this book's existence. If you're the type of reader who likes to ease into a story, then this is the book for you. But be warned: it becomes quite heated the deeper you dare tread with curious eyes. *** "Oh Alinta, my beautiful, beautiful Alinta," he murmured with a trembling sigh, firmly grasping the vial in his gloved hands. "You desire her?" an eerie voice echoed in the stalker's mind. **** Alinta Ull is a twenty-nine-year-old werewolf who has a passion for books, history, and myths. In a spontaneous decision, she sets off on a trip in the hope of escaping any fated misfortune that might harm her or her loved ones. A curse she has been grappling with since her eighteenth birthday. Accompanying her is her fierce and sassy red wolf, Angela, who is a formidable force in her own right. Every three years since that fateful birthday, Alinta and Angela have faced unfortunate events, such as death, rejection, and abandonment. They have finally come to accept that the Moon has forsaken them. They decide to visit the resting place of the infamous Rouge Deity werewolf, whose fabled return is prophesied to occur on the eighth crimson moon. Coincidentally, that day also marks Alinta and Angela's thirtieth birthday. Is it fate? Has the Moon truly cursed his creation for reasons unknown? To add to their misfortunes, an obsessed wolf lurks in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim Alinta as his own by whatever means necessary. However, he will soon learn that he is not the only one with ambitions. Trigger Warning: This novel contains mature themes of sexual assault, abuse, trauma, and kidnapping. Reader discretion is advised.

“I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed.” Every man and woman Ángel meets disappears. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn’t send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he’s claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. At sixteen, Ángel Di Cristina lost everything. His father—an FBI agent—was closing in on the Mafia when a brutal massacre left his parents dead. But that night, one masked man went rogue. He killed his own allies, marked Ángel with a scar, and disappeared. For years, Ángel hunted him. And now, he’s closer than ever. But Castle doesn’t play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castillo doesn’t just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.

On the day I was kidnapped, my husband was looking after his sick sweetheart. I called him, asking him for help. Yet, he merely replied coldly, "Danica, you are a bad liar." After that, he heartlessly hung up the phone call on me, causing me to get brutally murdered by the kidnappers. I failed to show up as scheduled on the day we agreed to finalize our divorce. He called me in exasperation, only for the phone call to be answered by the police. "Mr. Ferguson, are you a family member of the deceased Danica Reed?"

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

I make my final phone call to my boyfriend when a murderer is hunting me down. He thinks I'm messing with him and hangs up on me. That destroys the final sliver of hope I have for survival. He's celebrating his childhood friend's birthday when I'm being murdered. Later, as a restorative embalmer, he receives a body to restore. He loses his mind when he restores my shattered skull and realizes the body is mine.

It all seemed like a naughty prank at first. You know, the 'disappearing' trick lovers usually pull on each other to see who misses the other most? Yes, that was what Katniss thought at first until months passed and still, Noah was absolutely no where to be found.... Witty, beautiful and bubbly. Just a few adjectives to describe Katniss Costello's interesting and charming character. A young lady who had it all; from affluent parents to wealth and popularity to a quite amazing love life she shared with Noah Rogers, her then soon to be husband. Her life seemed to have come to a shattering halt after reality dawned on her that Noah might never return. She barely talked. Barely smiled. Barely went out, always bed ridden, gloomy and depressed. Void of all emotions. Indeed the shadow of her previous self. Her parents took advantage of the absence of her fiance and deemed it fit to have her married off to a proud, rich and arrogant son of their friend. She strongly opposed to the arranged marriage for few wisps of hope that he might return still laid in her heart. It was the motivation and inspiration she had to wait for him and when he does return, she'd still be here...waiting. When the pressure from her parents was getting too tough and unbearable, she wanted to get rid of it all, get rid of the emotional pain, get rid of the weight that was becoming far to heavy to carry. All she wanted was freedom, but there was only one way to do that... That night, underneath the Blue Moon, standing on the deck above the Ballad River where she wanted to end it all, there she met Asher Holden and that was the onset of her rollercoaster love life.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

My mate's adoptive sister asked me to go for a walk in the mountain forest and we encountered a sudden flash flood. My mate Nathan, the Alpha of Snow Peak pack, rushed to save us. But because we were both trapped on a breaking tree branch above the raging flood, he could only save one person at a time. To save his physically weak adoptive sister, my mate abandoned me - his Luna who was five months pregnant. I begged him desperately to save me. He watched as the flood waters dragged me under. "Sarah has always been weak since childhood. If we leave her here, she'll die." "Your wolf is strong enough to swim, but Sarah can't swim." But after my death, he went mad.