Death And Me

Bunso sa magkapatid si Carmelita. Madali sana ang buhay niya dahil nakapagtapos na ng pag-aaral sila at tanggap na ang kanilang pamilya sa kanyang lolo at lola, pero habang na sa sinapupunan palang si Carmelita may marka na ng isang sumpa ang kanyang pagkatao. Sa edad na labing-walo tatalab ang sumpa. Sumpa na makakabago ng paningin ng ibang tao sa kanya at ang kanyang paningin sa sarili. "Carmelita, Ganyan na ba talaga ang tingin mo sa akin? Do I look that desperate for a child?"

In Death of Vampires, (Book 2 of Blood of The Chosen One) and a sequel to Resurrection of Vampires, Amber Willow travels back in time while on her death bed, revisiting her past life as Kyra Blackburn and living in that moment. There, she is just a five-year-old daughter of Caitlin Blackburn, the daughter of the lineage of the Blackburn Coven. Caitlin Blackburn; a great warrior chooses to cut off her lineage and lay low in a small peaceful town, Cinderville, all because she wants to protect her daughter as she has been Chosen. But even as she tries to live and blend with the townspeople, they won’t stop at nothing to make her and her daughter look bad in the eyes of other people whenever they see them, and on a fateful day, they pronounced her a witch and burned her in the eyes of all the townspeople. Kneeling amongst her mother’s scattered ashes, Kyra vowed to avenge her mother’s death and the once peaceful town soon became a living hell for the people. That was before she later found out about other covens and how they were all after her life because she is the one sent to bring an end to their immortality in order to save humanity. Now, she was caught between saving the kind who killed her mother and giving redemption to her kind to live amongst humans and be like them. NOTE: Please read the first book (Blood of The Chosen One: Ressurection of Vampires) to better understand the book. Or you can start from this second book since it is starting from the beginning but make sure to read the first one after.

Even in her wildest dreams, Elara never imagined she would be loving her own reaper. Given all she gained and had to her boyfriend only to find him humping her stepmother, Elara thought this the worst possible thing to happen in life. Just to find herself in hell, surrounded by dead people and trapped in a survival game. Would she survive and chase after her oppressors? Or would she simply die... Forever?

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.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

️ Warning: This isn't a love story. This is sin. This is a game of betrayal, lust, obsession, possession, and fate wrapped in slick heat and dangerous hands. This book will leave you wet, aching, and rubbing your thighs while trying not to scream. You’ll hate yourself for loving it—and love yourself for coming back for more. If you're looking for gentle kisses and soft-spoken heroes, stop now. These men don’t stop when she cries. They don’t back down when she begs. And she doesn’t want them to. She wants them to ruin her. She wants to be dripping with the cum of one while the other slam inside her. She wants one claiming her left nipples while the other is by the right. Zevara isn't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom—but her body is fire, and her scent is a curse wrapped in temptation. The kind that drives even the strongest Alphas insane. All her life, she was told she’d be nothing but the Pack’s whore, just like her mother. She escapes to Eclipse Moon College, desperate for a new life, a future untouched by lust and shame. But when her scent hits the palace halls, all hell breaks loose. An ice-hockey prince. His powerful, dominant Alpha father. Two men, both cursed with longing. Both ready to go to war for her body. For her heat that captivates, corrupts and intoxicates. Zevara tries to fight her fate.… until she realizes she doesn’t want to. Now, she wants to be hunted. She wants to be the prize. She wants them to breed her... and break her. If you’re looking for gentle love, soft kisses, and easy happily-ever-afters—walk away. This is obsession. This is war. This is Breed Me, Break Me, Alphas.

After an abrupt stampede, Freya was hastily taken to the hospital, yet her mate Kingsley found solace in another woman. For three long years, Freya harbored the hope that her love would thaw Kingsley's icy heart, but alas, her yearning proved to be nothing more than a jest. She observed Kingsley showering the other woman with affection, and now, weary of unrequited devotion, she resolved to depart, vowing to reject him. However, the aloof Kingsley underwent an astonishing transformation, assuming a new persona as he fervently pursued Freya.

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"