Death Is Only The Beginning Novels & Stories

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Jack Grant is a self-absorbed billionaire CEO who can't keep it in his pants. He believes he can buy any woman with just the right amount and treats them like trash. Cindy Banks is a beautiful young lady with a strong dislike for arrogant and unfaithful men. She has just one goal: to give her little brother a better chance at life. Cindy crosses paths with Jack Grant in her quest for a good job and suddenly he wants her beneath him, begging for more. However, she puts him in his place and shoves his job in his face. Jack Grant is upset by Cindy's rejection but she also successfully piques his interest. He sees her as a challenge and goes all out to conquer her with the intention of humiliating her when he finally gets in-between her legs. What Jack did not count on though, was falling head over heels in love with his secretary but, is it too late for him? How far would he go in order to prove to Cindy that what he feels for her is true?

It was the night of my husband's and my third anniversary, and I had gotten home early. I caught him in bed with another woman—for the tenth time. But unlike the previous times, I did not throw a tantrum. I even closed the door to the master bedroom quietly, not wanting to interrupt. In Scott Jameson's eyes, I had no choice but to tolerate his cheating because I became Mrs. Jameson by getting pregnant with his child. Three months later, he flung divorce papers at me. "My young lover wants me to give her a home and to bear my son. Sign the papers." I looked into his cold, distant eyes and said with conviction, "All right. All I want is custody of our son. I don't want a cent of the Jamesons' money." The court proceedings were difficult, and I was accused of being mentally unstable. Many people made fun of me for not knowing my place. All of Cloverton was waiting for me to humiliate myself, counting the seconds until a nobody like me succumbed to desperation. However, I fought the case with everything I had. Eventually, I was finally able to leave with my son. No one knew that Scott suffered from a serious case of asthenozoospermia. His sperm were completely useless. No other woman could have Scott's baby except me, as I happened to be unusually fertile. My son would be the only heir to the Jameson family legacy.

He found his mate he thought was dead, she found a man that saved her. He brought her into their world that she didn't know ever existed. He lost her yet again, but even in death she fought to survive to be with him, holding on to every last thread of life. Would he get her back? Would she survive? Life without my other half is a torment and hell, help me stay alive, help me survive, help me breath again.

All is fair in love, war and Business. Is it though? Grace never had it easy when it came to life. First she had to deal with her parents trying rip each other's head off. Her mother finally manages to take her away and escapes the man she called her father. But things take a new turn when a few years later, she witnesses her mother's death. She is left completely heartbroken and alone. She finally decides to pick her self up and stand back on her feet. But will she be able to carry herself after she lands a new job at a place she never expected, with a boss who is ready to walk all over her? Will things go the way she wanted them to or does fate has its part to play? ---------------------------------------------------- Her body jerked as she was pulled inside the office by his strong hand clutching her arms and within a second she found herself pinned against the wall, caged in the devil's arm. “What the..” her words were silenced by Aston's lips smashing against her own for a furious kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips molded together, the kiss an explosion of pent-up emotions that had been lurking beneath the surface. It was heated, fierce, and chaotic, a tumultuous clash of desire and resentment. A fiery story of two souls hard in the head, thirsty for love clashing together to maintain their pride. But someone will have to melt first. Who will it be?

If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet!But Alas!I'm none of the aboveIn your world,I'm just a wild beast!

Katie Gomez has a special ability. Due to her childhood living with her grandmother, she was not careful to fall off the well, so her mind was somewhat overgrown. Occasionally she would dream a few dreams that signal the future, and she would be able to hear other people's thoughts by touching their flesh. These things bother her. Especially since she met Aidan Jonas. Katie and Aidan were childhood friends who grew up together. Later because of a misunderstanding, they separated. Years later, fate arranged for Aidan to be the CEO of the company Katie was working for. During out-of-control drunkenness, Aidan and Katie had a one-night stand. Sometime later Katie found out she was pregnant and was found out by her grandparents, forcing them to get married. In this situation, they are forced to sign a marriage contract. However, after she gave birth, She found out that Aidan betrayed her, he had an affair with another girl. She collapsed, she was in pain, and lost faith in love.

My former roommate's cousin was the CEO of a company. She and I had been secretly dating for three years. That day, my roommate said, "Alicia's bringing the guy she's been seeing for the past three years over to meet her parents soon." He added casually, "Oh, by the way, when are you gonna bring your girlfriend around so I can meet her?" I froze at his question, not sure how to respond. Without a word, I stepped out onto the balcony and called his cousin, Alicia Davids. The call suddenly cut off. When I turned around, I saw my girlfriend standing in the doorway, arm in arm with another man. The smile on her face disappeared the second our eyes met. "What… what are you doing at my place?"

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

"Don't stay awake for too long..." "Dont go to bed... I'll make a cup of coffee for that head of yours and I'll get you up and going again. I promise." ***** Ashleigh Riot is due for marriage in seven days time. As she listens to Death Bed on the radio, she remembers her first love. The one she thought was the love of her life. The one she loved with everything she had and everything she was. The one she lost to a brain tumour 7 years ago. Damien Frost. Just because he's gone doesn't mean her feelings for him died with him. Just 7 days away from marriage, she let the feeling surface and remembered...

One day, shortly after I had experienced a miscarriage, Alan brought me a bowl of chicken soup—and a divorce agreement. "Sophia's pregnant," he had said. "So let's just leave each other like mature adults do." Chicken soup had never tasted so bitter in my life. I knew Sophia Mason—he had sponsored her education before. She was also the one who caused my miscarriage. I did not cry. I did not throw a fit. I just asked why. He looked relieved. Then, he looked at me blankly. "The truth is I can't stand you over these seven years. Every time we lie together on our bed, I just can't help but be disgusted by what your body has gone through. "I know you suffered that because of me. But I can't do it. I can't stop remembering how defiled it is. "Our kid is gone. We owe each other nothing now—so let's end it here, right now." So that was it, huh? Hilarious. He had no idea who the "defiled" one was—him. Seven years ago, I inserted a memory chip into his brain to save him. And now, in three days' time, the chip will cease to function. He will remember everything… and he will wish he were long dead.