Does All Might Die Novels & Stories

Little Jean contracted AIDS from a human woman. What's worse? She gave it to him intentionally. As if that wasn't enough, she reintroduced herself in my mate's life as his new love. Logan loved her to bits because she was young and talented. He didn't care if she was human. It has been hell ever since. I have been secretly been bullied by Leah, the human girl, since she won Logan's heart. While I endured all the bullying in hopes of winning hearts, no one wanted to treat my son, the future heir of the Waterstone pack. It was a shame. But I will be leaving everything behind to start anew. I was born a healer, never got the chance to blossom. And I shall...with all my determination. Because I have to treat my sick son. (THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. I DID NOT FIND THE CURE FOR AIDS GUYS, PLEASE DON'T COME FOR ME)

The healer told me I had Soul Decay Syndrome. In three days, I'd be dead. The only thing that could save me was water from the Sacred Spring. But my Alpha mate, Vincent, gave it to my adopted sister, Fiona. So, during the final 72 hours of my life, I gave up everything. When I handed Fiona the perfume formulas I'd spent years developing, my parents smiled in satisfaction. When I gave up the couples' vacation package I'd won and let Vincent take Fiona to see the Northern Lights instead, he praised me for finally being mature. When I taught my daughter to call Fiona "Mom", she didn't hesitate. She turned to me without a second thought and called me "Aunt." To my family, all my sacrifices were only natural. "Fiona is a frail human. Her lifespan is much shorter." "We'll love you properly later. We'll make it up to you." I let out a mocking laugh. There was no later for me. I'd never live long enough to receive their love. And after I died, they lost their minds with regret.

"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can come together." Myles is jolly, friendly and kind as everyone describe, everyone is her friends, expect for one guy that didn't know she existed, Harry. Harry is everyone's crush, he has this charisma that even Myles was captivated. Myles love him and idolize him so much that she was blinded by it. She met Asher while idolizing Harry, but she only sees him as a friend opposite of Asher’s feelings for her. Harry is her first love but does she really love him as she think or she's just stuck to the ideal image of him? First love dies is a story about first love and how we wish for the ideal and are blinded with it.

When the earthquake struck on what should have been our fourth wedding anniversary, my supposedly devoted and family-oriented husband, Lionel Brooks, abandoned me and our children, who were trapped under the rubble. Despite our children's pleas for help, Lionel left without a second thought, carrying his former flame, Fiona Smith, and her daughter to safety. While Fiona and her daughter escaped with minor injuries, my precious children had their chests pierced by steel beams, leaving this world forever. It was such a twisted fate. What was meant to be a day of celebration turned into an annual day of mourning for my beautiful children. A week later, during my children's funeral, Lionel had the audacity to call and ask which hospital the kids were in. It was laughable—after ensuring Fiona and her child were comfortable and safe, he finally found time to check on his flesh and blood. I could only say, "You finally remembered your children after a whole week? Lionel, I hope you rot in hell."

Ever since I got into this pack, I was always treated like the slave I am despite being adopted by Luna when I was little. I had no memories of my full life and all I could remember was 10 years ago when I stumbled upon this very pack house, looking pale and hungry as I entered into one of the rooms which happened to be the Luna's chamber. I raided it in search of food to eat and even I finally saw food that was perhaps kept for the Luna to eat, I began to eat the cooked rice with my dirty hands. Yes, I looked very dirty and smelling. It was stealing, though, because I was in a strange place, taking what wasn't mine and ever since then, they took me in but I realised the alpha and his luna were not merciful to the core. I could remember the day Chloe had a bad day at school, the moment she came back, she vented it on me. Splashing water to the floor and accusing me of doing so, saying to her parents I intentionally wanted her to fall and injure herself. This wasn't the first time she tried to do things to get me punished. It was so obvious she devives joy seeing me in pain.

At two in the morning, during a raid, I personally arrested my wife, Carolyn Hewitt, in a rundown motel room. Her neck was covered in hickeys. In handcuffs, she sat beside the bed, trying to comfort her younger brother, who had curled up in the corner, quietly sobbing. "Alex failed his exam and has been feeling terrible. So, I brought him here to relax. Don't get the wrong idea." In the past, I would have already been shouting at her. However, at that moment, I did not even have the strength to expose her lies. I had heard them too many times. "Mark… About this…" My partner nudged me with his elbow, glancing toward the registration form. He was telling me it was up to me how I wanted to handle it. Keeping a cold face, I aimed my body camera toward the foot of the bed. "Handle it by the book. No special treatment." "Mark Russ!" She suddenly struggled against the handcuffs. "What kind of brother-in-law are you? Alex is only 20! If he ends up in jail, his whole life will be ruined!" Her eyes reddened as she spoke, but my expression did not change. I said calmly, "When have you ever treated me like family? Carolyn…let's get a divorce."

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.

Millie is just the average high school kid, or so she thought, until she receives news from her mother about her father. Now she's in a race against time to save someone she loves dearly.

In the year 2030, an apocalypse happen in the blink of an eye, and humanity is in great danger. "Do I have what it takes to survive them all?" That is the question that has been stuck in Shawn's mind as he wanders to chaos, destruction, and unexpected situations that he will encounter in this apocalyptic world. But the question that he should ask himself is: "Will the world dies upon me?"

Millicent was rejected by her mate as soon as she came of age and got her wolf. The Alpha didn't want a weak omega slave for his Luna. Millicent accepted his rejection and was exiled. 'Can you ever forgive me?' Alpha Sylvester pleaded. This was coming two years later when he found her. He had been looking for her these two years to no avail. 'You rejected me and I accepted your rejection. What more do you want from me?' 'I want you back'. 'You no longer have any right over me'. 'Oh, but I do. You are my mate after all and therefore mine forever!' But how was it possible when she was mated to the twin Alphas? ******** 'Do you want me?' Alpha Christopher asked. 'Can't you smell it?' she asked. 'I want to hear it from you. Do you want me?' he repeated and Millicent could feel the tension in his body from the restraint he was exercising. 'I want you so much, Christopher that it hurts!' Millicent said and taking his hands, placed it at the entrance of her pleasure pot. He felt how wet she was and with a mighty growl, pounced on her...