Deadly Love Story Novels & Stories

Francis knows he can't tell Catherine that but he has to lie to his mother to make her feel better about her not coming for Catherine's birthday party. ​"That will be nice, my son. I will let you get back to what you are doing. Take care of yourself." ​"Goodbye mom." Francis cuts the call and pockets his phone. He goes to the house to check up on the maid that Charles spilled champagne on. ​ Francis closes the living room door behind him. Catherine had created a monument to an exquisite taste. Her home was well built, beautifully decorated, a neoclassical empire in the hills of California. He sees a large portrait of the wedding photo of him and Melissa. When Melissa told him she was pregnan

Of course, I didn't want to die, just like no one wants to die, but I believed there was no solution. My boyfriend, Ian, was distraught but stayed by my side throughout this journey. On the night of our prom, we were crowned prom king and queen. Many people sympathized with me, and I was genuinely happy, but that turned out to be my supposed last night, as I was declared dead. A burial was held for me, and I was laid to rest. However, everything was a lie—a conspiracy by those I trusted the most, involving wrong diagnoses, bribery, and other deceitful actions.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

___ **Back to reality** The fading echoes of Draven and Lysandra's forbidden love story hung heavy in the air, their whispers weaving through the rustling leaves and painting the sunset sky with hues of bittersweet yearning. Adrian and Seraphina, bound together by fate's cruel hand and ancestral ties, found themselves caught in the maelstrom of a love story destined to defy the very fabric of their existence.

“What history?” The woman looked toward something neither of them could see. “A story that keeps ending the same way.” The taller man frowned. “What story?” “A girl.” The wind moved again. “Three boys.” Another pulse of silver light. “Love.” The room darkened. “And Death.” The shorter man crossed his arms. “That’s incredibly unhelpful.” The woman ignored him. “It happened before.” Silence. “It happened again.” Silence. “And It will happen again.”

Lord Deiter said as he kissed his wife. However, the beautiful love story came to an end when “the bloody summer” came. There were massacres everywhere, caused by none other than her.

“This is nothing compared to what Isabella will bleed. She will curse the day she said yes to him. By the time I am finished, she’ll beg to be forgotten.” The shard slipped from her hand, clinking against the marble. Helena stood, her posture elegant once again, though her eyes gleamed with something feral. In that moment, it became clear, what Damian had declared as a love story to the world had transformed into something else behind these locked doors. A war of narratives, a battle for survival, a clash of obsession and vengeance. Outside, cheers and celebrations filled the city like music. But in Helena’s suite, the sound was drowned by the soft whisper of a promise darker than any curse.

Valenti - Ghost POV The newspaper in my hands feels like poison, each word seeping under my skin and clawing at my bones. The engagement. That damn engagement. It’s all anyone can talk about, as if the very world hinges on this spectacle of pomp and pretense. But they’re wrong. Dead wrong. It’s not the grandest union of the century—it’s the gravest mistake. And I know it.

It appeared as if she was thinking something and at the same time not. She sat up on the bed and searched for the top news headlines. She was scrolling down when her eyes fell on one of the headlines. It read, ‘the young miss of the Han family eaten by a lion.’ It was not on the number one as the Han co-corporation had already announced bankruptcy. people were sure that the marriage alliance of Steve and Jessica was to soon be annulled. This was the top headline.

This will seem wrong even if they are getting married in a matter of two days. “Shhh… Elanor, let me kiss you goodnight.” Henry whispered back like a man obsessed and immediately claimed her lips. Naive Elanor pulls him closer as her hands went to circle his neck. They moved against each other and shivered when Henry’s hungry hands ran on her figure urgently. The flames in the fireplace were long annihilated, so it was hard to see past each other’s faces. During the wild passion, a cry escaped Elanor, but Henry’s mouth swallowed it all. The lamp on the table beside her queen-sized bed fell with a strong gust of wind before shattering into a million pieces. Henry kept kissing her hard as the