Death Mage Fourth Time

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

My mate, Kael, got killed by rogues while trying to save me. He left behind a debt of ten million and a child, not yet a year old. Out of guilt and longing for Kael, I refused the advances of many excellent werewolves and never accepted a second chance, mate. I worked endlessly to raise my child and pay off the debt. But during a business meeting at a hotel, I saw my mate—who was supposed to be dead—lying in bed with my stepsister, Lila.

Ang unang pagkikita nina Isabelle Reyes at Andres Vargas ay sa isang handaan, kung saan kapansin-pansin ang natatanging kagandahan ng dalaga. Halos lahat ng mga mata ng mga tao ay napako sa kanya. Tanging si Andres lamang na nakasuot ng tuwid na unipormeng militar, may mahigpit na tindig, at tahimik siyang tiningnan na may kalmadong pagkawalang-interes. Ngunit dahil sa kasunduan ng kanilang mga pamilya — ang pamilya Reyes at pamilya Vargas — pinilit ipakasal si Isabelle kay Andres, isang bagay na hindi naman tinutulan ng dalaga. Matapos ang kasal, habang sila ay magkasama sa kanilang higaan, tinanong ni Andres si Isabelle tungkol sa ugnayan nila ng kanyang kapatid na si Marco. Sa pagkakaalam ni Andres, may malalim na pagkakaunawaan sa pagitan ng dalawa. Hindi niya alam kung ano ang nararamdaman, dahil sa pakiwari niya, inagaw niya ang nobya ng kanyang kapatid. Ngunit sa paglipas ng mga araw, unti-unting nahulog ang kanyang damdamin para kay Isabelle at ninais niyang mapasakanya ito ng buo. Ngunit may isang lihim si Isabelle — isang lihim na siya ay muling nabuhay upang iligtas ang buhay ng lalaki mula sa nalalapit nitong kamatayan dulot ng digmaan. Maililigtas kaya niya ito, o magkasama silang mapapahamak?

Hadden's sister had merely choked on some water at the pool while she was swimming, and for that, he shoved me into the pool after tying me up. He left me with only a small hole for air that was barely an inch. He said I would have to pay double for every grievance Julia suffered. I never learned how to swim. There was nothing I could do but try my best to breathe as I sobbed and begged him to let me out. Yet all I received was a lecture. "You'll never learn if I don't teach you a lesson now." I struggled to stay afloat, but… It took five days before Hadden's anger dissipated and he put me out of my misery, but it was already too late. "I'll let you go this time, but you'd better not make the same mistake again!" I had already drowned to death.

ある日突然何故か魔界に強制召喚された咲良（24）はそこで魔界の王である悪魔に特級悪魔のとある兄弟たちと良好な関係を築かなければ人間界には帰さないと言われてしまう。 しかし咲良が良好な関係を築かなければならない特級悪魔の兄弟たちはもれなく全員、個性が強い上に欲望に忠実なクセしかない男たちであった。 咲良は無事特級悪魔兄弟たちと〝良好な関係〟を築き人間界へ帰れるのか？

Lara Dela Cruz was a normal girl—well, normal in the sense that she was an overworked call center agent who hated her boss, loved iced coffee, and had mastered the art of sarcasm to survive the horrors of capitalism. But one night, while rushing home, she slipped on a puddle (thanks to her horrible luck) and hit her head hard on the pavement. When she woke up… she wasn’t in her world anymore. Instead, she found herself in a medieval kingdom, in the middle of a chaotic slave auction. And before she could even scream in protest, she was bought by the most feared man in the entire empire—Duke Alistair Von Nacht, also known as the Tyrant Duke. Now, instead of dealing with rude customers, she had to deal with an emotionally constipated warlord who could kill her with a flick of his fingers. But what’s worse? She might be falling for the grumpy tyrant.

23-year-old Megan Spencer is on the brink of giving up on love after her break up with her fifth ex-boyfriend. That was the plan- until she met Mr. Flamin’ Hot Cheetos after entering his car uninvited. And worse? He’s literally one hallway away from her apartment unit.What about plan B, though? Nope, there isn’t any.

Mikel Rysdale needed an escape after a devastating blow to her heart and lifestyle. The number of people she can trust can be counted on one hand. Escaping to the one place she was free, she finds the most unlikely person to lean on. In his eyes, he was a broken man incapable of rejoining society. Army Veteran Killian returns home to live on his family's land in peace. Happy to see his sister again, he wasn't prepared to welcome a guest. What started as a tolerable relationship, the two found the need to be there for each other. Old wounds are hard to heal especially the ones in your heart. “Who are you?” His question was meant to be gentle but they came out as an angry ogre. She laughed at his question. The first chord of that sweet laugh was now trapped in Killian's mind and heart. Slowly she stood up and walked towards him. She was within four steps of him and her scent was intoxicating. Vanilla and the scent of fruit he had to know of. Up close she was perfection in his eyes. Unconsciously he stepped forward wanting to be close to her for some reason. The pain, the memories none of it was on his mind. His sole focus was on her. “Name's Mikel Rysdale. You can call me Mik for short.”

In a cruel place where there's no room for failure because failure means blood and death. The challenge is simple. Survive and escape the claws of your doom. The race against death's door begins once you enter the door...

Eight years married, and my wife? She asked for a divorce 99 times. I thought it was just her usual drama—testing me. Then I found out she'd been wiring half a million every year to some dude. Always with the same note: ILU. When she hit me with divorce number 100, I finally signed. I pulled my money out of her little passion project and ghosted—moved my company overseas, wiped my tracks clean. Now she's out there losing her mind, trying to find me.