Die Inside Novels & Stories

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.

Three nights ago, I was locked inside my own family’s underground wine cellar. When my congenital heart condition hit, I called my husband, Zane Corleone, and begged him to come save me. He didn’t come. Instead, he stayed with another woman all night because she was afraid of the dark—and told me to stop faking it for attention. That was the moment I finally understood. If he cared that much about her, then I would do the one thing neither of them expected. I would make room for her. In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.

"Answer my question and I would more than love to continue." I find myself nodding frantically and his chuckle echoes in his body. "Use your words." I find myself blushing again but I say nothing. He pulls a breath away from me. When I continue to say nothing he leans back down, briefly brushing his lips over mine with no pressure behind it. His hand on the base of my neck moves up slightly, tilting my head back to his side so my neck is to him. His fingertips brushing over my skin sends a large wave of tingles through me and I can't suppress the shudder that leaves me. He brushes his nose against my neck and I tighten my fisted hand to a point of pain. His hand on my waist quickly goes to my fisted knuckles and smooths them out onto his chest once again. "Can you feel how fast my heart beats for you, Celeste?" It is much faster now. "It's because it belongs to you. All of me? Belongs to you." ~ Finding herself suddenly alone and injured, Celeste finds herself on the grounds of one of the largest packs in the country. Scared of what will become of herself, she never expected to meet her mate and she definitely didn’t expect him to be the Alpha of the pack. Xavier always longed to meet his mate, longed to complete his family. And when she, a rogue and a runt, ends up on his pack lands, he vows to protect and love her. Only how can he protect her when mysteriously scentless rogues are attacking more packs every day? When an old enemy of Celeste’s makes an appearance in plain sight? When every sign of danger seems to be pointed in Celeste’s direction?

On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

"Don't play coy with us, Jacqueline. You know that we want you," Grady was to my back and kissed my naked shoulder excruciatingly slowly. We...oh, fuck. ***** Since a very young age, Jacqueline has always been the adventurous type. Growing up she didn't change, her curiosity developed in all aspects of her life. But watching her mom wilted away because of her dad's affairs made her swear not to fall for any man. She moved miles away from home to free herself of her family's hypocrisy and judgemental view of their social circle. Jacqueline couldn't believe the day when she was recruited by an escort agency. Her love of intimacy was reflected in ways she always imagine. The lack of family closeness made her crave attention from others, up until the day she met the twins, from then on she never felt so suffocated in all her life. Follow Jacqueline's journey as she discovers love, not only from one but two men. How will she handle them, and will she follow her guts and fall for both brothers?

“I never wanted you or our daughter.” For five years, I pretended to be in a happy marriage with Andrew Morgan. I left my career to be with this billionaire bachelor to raise a family with him. A family that he never wanted. Of course, I should have known that his heart is still with Eleanor Walsh. Why else would he come chasing after her after she abandoned him for years? I was blind with love, and now my daughter and I are paying the price. “I need you here with me now,” I said. “Our daughter is in danger.” “Eleanor and Lottie need me more!” Andrew snapped. I begged. I cried. None of that mattered to Andrew. Even then, I had hope. I had love. But all of that changed when I found myself alone, with my dead daughter in my arms. “You can spend all your time with Eleanor and Lottie,” I spat at him. “We’re going to be divorced soon!” Andrew caught me by the wrist and stopped me. “You’re not going anywhere. Who said I agreed to the divorce?”

**Sequel to The Billion Dollar Love Triangle. Strongly suggest that is read first!** Just when Scarlett Watson thinks she's finally got her life together, she finds out she's pregnant and she doesn't know if the baby is Grayson Wrenford's or Lee Windsor's. Thinking she'll simply be with whichever man fathered her child, Scarlett is thrown for a loop when the paternity only makes things more complicated. Being deeply in love with both men and still having to pick one, the three of them navigate the ups and downs of pregnancy, their messy families, and discovering their true selves, all before Scarlett gives birth. When the time comes, will Scarlett actually be able to decide who she wants to be with, will she lose them both, or will someone else win her heart?

Rachel gave everything to her husband. Her love. Her kidney. Her silence and her all. So when she finally regained her hearing, she never expected the first thing she’d hear would be her husband’s betrayal Nathan, tangled in another woman’s arms, calling her a burden he was tired of carrying. That night, Rachel walked out with nothing but a broken heart and a body already marked as sacrifice. Nathan thought that was the end of her story, but he was wrong. Years later, Rachel returns not as the woman he discarded, but as Belira Williams, the hidden heiress of DroneCode, the most powerful tech empire in the world. Richer, colder, and untouchable. This time, she isn’t here to beg for any reason. She’s here to ruin him for good. With secrets sharp enough to destroy reputations and a past Nathan never bothered to uncover, Rachel begins her revenge, slow, deliberate, and merciless. He once called her useless, now she’s the woman standing between him and everything he thought he owned. And this time… she’s not leaving quietly.