Does Ken Kaneki Die Novels & Stories

My mother-in-law has gotten kidnapped, and yet my husband, Josiah Broadway, decides to celebrate the success of his childhood sweetheart, Vivian Spencer's performance with her. The kidnapper has requested a ten-million-dollar ransom. If he doesn't receive the money in his bank account in an hour, he'll kill the hostage immediately. But my calls to Josiah's phone never go through. When there's only one minute left on the timer, Josiah calls me back calmly. "Since that hag is already that old, she might as well die. I'm not wasting my money on her." Just like that, my mother-in-law is thrown into the sea by the furious kidnapper. The search-and-rescue team has to resort to using long hooks in order to fish her corpse out of the sea. As soon as the body is delivered to the crematorium, Josiah sends me a voice message excitedly. "Have your mom's corpse sent to the studio! Vivian's performance needs a corpse anyway! Using a real corpse will make the whole performance seem more realistic!" I'm pissed off, to say the least. So, that bastard thinks that my mom is the one who died, huh? After that, I have my mother-in-law's corpse, which is completely disfigured from all the fishing and hooking, sent to the studio without any hesitation.

She died begging her mate to save her. Now her spirit is tethered to the Alpha who let her down. Elizabeth Campbell was the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack—until betrayal, lies, and a deadly mistake stole her life. Now trapped between worlds, she watches as her mate comforts the woman she was blamed for hurting. They think Liz ran away. They don’t know she’s dead. And they have no idea… She’s still watching.

“Some desires aren’t meant to be resisted, only enjoyed.” **** DDD: Daddies Dirty Desires is a playful collection of steamy short stories filled with bold fantasies, teasing power plays, and adults who know exactly what they want. Fun, flirty, and dangerously addictive—these tales prove that dirty desires are meant to be enjoyed, not denied.

Emily Carter was the quiet girl no one noticed. She lived in the shadows, buried in books, dreaming of love she thought she would never have. Then Ayden Cole, the golden boy of her college, made her believe she finally mattered. He made her laugh, made her dream, made her fall. But it was all a lie. A cruel bet. A game to humiliate her in front of the world. One night of betrayal destroyed Emily. One fall from the bridge should have ended her story. But fate had other plans. She was saved by Jaxon Reed, a dangerous biker with secrets in his eyes. She was remade by Victor Blackwood, the ruthless mafia king who ruled the city with fear and fire. “You can die as Emily Hart… or be reborn as someone no one dares to touch...” Victor told her, and she chose rebirth, when Emily looked in the mirror again, she was no longer Emily Carter. She was Scarlett. Bold. Beautiful. Untouchable. Back on campus, no one knows who she really is. Not Ayden, who suddenly wants the girl he cannot have. Not Kelsey, the ex-bully who feels her crown slipping. But Jaxon—the man who saved her, knows, and so does Victor: cold, powerful, twice her age. He should have stayed away, but the more he tries to resist her, the more he burns. Scarlett came back for revenge, but the game is no longer simple. Desire is dangerous. Enemies circle closer. Love feels like a loaded gun in the wrong hands. And in the end, Scarlett must choose, between the boy who broke her, the biker who saved her, and the mafia king who might destroy her heart… But what if the real danger is not losing herself to revenge, but to love, or maybe desire?

Akira waited for her long lover, whom she boomed into and longing for a kiss because he had promised forever but he blocked the her mouth and told her she mistook him for someone else that he is a married man

My parents died in an accident when I was 16 years old. That leaves me and my stepbrother, Freddie Sanford, to rely on each other. At 20 years old, I get drunk and confess my feelings to him. But instead of being gentle as usual, he lashes out in fury. "Rosalie Hunter, do you have no shame at all? I'm your brother!" From that day on, he gets back together with his first love, Bianca Reed. His attitude toward me plummets and turns cold as ice. What Freddie doesn't know is I'm sick. To me, every day feels like a countdown. On the day of their wedding, I quietly reach the end of my life. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to two years ago. At the same time, I learn an unbelievable piece of news. Freddie has been dead for three years.

Dana Sosa watched her life collapse in one night. Arrested in her best friend’s apartment for a stabbing she didn’t commit, she was convicted on fake photos and a forced testimony. Three years later, she walks out of prison with nothing—no career, no reputation, and her family estate sold from under her while she was locked away. The worst part? The man who didn’t fight for her was Mateo Tova, the billionaire she almost married. He believed the lies. He let her rot. When Mateo’s stepbrother Remy bails her out, he offers her one thing: a job as Mateo’s personal secretary at Tovar Group. It’s not kindness. It’s revenge. But for Dana, it’s the only way back into the world that destroyed her. Forced to work inches from the man who shattered her, Dana meets his coldness with sharper edges. He believes she cheated. She believes he abandoned her. Neither knows the truth—because someone made sure they never would. As secrets surface and old feelings ignite, Dana starts to uncover the real plot behind it

Layan Howler was a stray. She was the weakest wolf in her pack, the pack wasn't even sure if she was a wolf, after all she, in all her sixteen years had never shape-shifted. Armed with sheer will-power and spunk, she stepped out of their territory and faced a formidable enemy; highschool. There, she met two wolves, one with a mysterious air about him, and the other holding a secret only she knows. Faced with wolfish high school drama, mysterious disappearances, and two distracting as all hell wolves, Layan must up her game. But how does she do that if in a school who values brute strength, she is the weakest? Or is she? -Join Layan in her quest through the dangers of the woods, currents of the raging rivers, fires of teenage passion, and surprises of an unknown identity.

My future mother-in-law, Diane Grant, loved setting rules. On the day I proposed, she sat there with that smug, superior look and told me if I wanted to marry her daughter, Olivia Grant, I had to pass her so-called "son-in-law training", which was three months working as a food delivery driver. She said she wanted to test whether I could handle hardship. For my fiancee's sake, I kept my identity hidden. I was the heir to one of the most powerful families in Crestfall City, and I agreed without hesitation. For three months, I shed every trace of privilege. I worked from dawn to night, delivering orders across the city. My parents didn’t understand. My friends disapproved. Mrs. Grant watched me like a hawk, picking me apart every single day. "Three minutes late? That’s a $3,000 penalty. The wedding shall be delayed by a month!" "Wrong unit delivery, bad review? $8,000 penalty. You don’t get to see Olivia this week!" Even then, I never gave up. Until the final day. I received an urgent order with a massive tip. The note was in bold: "Lifesaving medication. Immediate delivery." I sped through the streets, pushing myself to the limit. Just as I was about to enter the residential compound, Mrs. Grant stepped in front of me, blocking my way, her face full of disdain. Her voice shot up sharply. "The wedding gift goes up to $200,000. Not a cent less." I looked at her look of absolute certainty and suddenly laughed. My finger slid across the screen. The recipient of that urgent order was her precious son, Christopher Grant. I slowly put away the unlimited card in my pocket, along with the check I had prepared for a million-dollar wedding gift. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity that day to give her the surprise of a lifetime. It seemed there was no need.

Samuel Curtez is the kind of man you'd walk past on the streets and look back to take another glance. He is everything you should fear and everything you should stay away from. At least, that was what Rose told herself until Her father sold her off to him to clear a broken debt. Roselle Grasso was firece as she was timid. She was water and He was fire. They should never cross paths, or one would have to succumb. But he has sworn to never love a woman. Again. But Rose would thaw his frozen heart and give him purpose.