Dreaming Of A Black Widow Spider

I'm a dreamer.... I have been dreaming about my best friend for as long as I can remember..... A first kiss has been saved for him.... Now I am 21 years old with secrets and a fake world around me. Can I keep it all from crumbling down? Can I keep the past where it belongs?

On the night of our engagement, the ward my family sponsored left without a word. She went alone to the Mexican border, a lawless land crawling with cartels, to become a combat medic. From then on, Dante and I tortured each other for ten years. He hated me for trapping him with my birthright as the heir, stealing the spot of the woman he loved. I hated him for humiliating me while still craving the power and wealth the Moretti family provided. In countless fights, we spewed the most vicious curses at each other. Until that raid on the underwater sanctuary. The base was rigged to blow and sinking fast. Dante didn't hesitate. He strapped the only oxygen mask onto my face and turned to jump into the swarm of sharks. He slit his own wrist, using his blood to lure the predators away. Moments before the sea swallowed him, he roared at me: “I don't owe you anything anymore, Sophia!” “If there's a next life, please, let me go!” After I was rescued, the family only recovered his mangled remains. Clutched in his palm was that charity case's cross necklace. That was when I learned Elena had died from a stray bullet years ago. And he, in the end, chose this brutal suicide to join her. Dante's death shook the entire Underworld. The family Elders took their anger out on me. I was accused of being a "Black Widow" who sent her husband to his death to save herself. I was beaten to death by a mob of angry thugs on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I stopped my father. This time, I’ll let them have their epic love story.

Caught in a war between the vampires, dark elves, and werewolves, Amalea Ann Whitehouse finds herself housing warriors from nearly every pack. As a widow, she and her children make the best of things—and they're happy at their farm in the forest until tragedy strikes. Suddenly, shes expelled from her people and left accused of a murder she cant explain. Locked in a rival pack's prison, she must fight for her life, the lives of her loved ones, and her freedom as the rogue revolution begins.

Dizen Lopez grew up a life he always had everything he could wish for because of money, power and wealth their clan holds and as the heir of the family, he should be as perfect as his life on every responsibility given to him. Then there's this young lady, Elizabeth Castro, who's the total opposite of Dizen. She grew up in a poor environment, far from city, always dreaming for the best in her life and wishing to be rich like others but, unfortunately, she's not blessed with talent and intelligence—even diligence and perseverance are out of her coverage. However, she still wants to survive and doesn't want to die poor. Destiny played its role very well, made an incident that ensued to the part where the poor woman met the rich man and asked her if she is for rent. Elizabeth accepted Dizen's offer to be his lover in exchange of money. There's no way she'd done it only for her own sake but she did it for her loved ones-for them to accept her and prove she's not the black sheep of the family. Now that Dizen's bucket list are almost completed, Elizabeth does not have any idea what is that bucket list for and the man had no intention to talk about it anymore. He's at this point where he will keep it a secret till death. But as they say, secrets will never be secrets forever. Elizabeth figured it out and she was all surprised when she knows that history might repeat itself again. How will she able to handle Dizen's secret when it is not just a bucket of list but there's something else deeper than it.

Sofia spends her life dreaming of true love, born into a family with ties to the Italian mafia, she has always found herself caught up in her father's expectations! Isabella's life is turned upside down when her father forces her into a marriage with the new Don, Petros Sorelli A cruel and cold man who doesn't believe in love.

BLURB Zeva Stone, the warrior queen who built an empire with blood and grit was traded by her own husband for a pair of working legs and a new mate. At twenty eight, her reign as the Luna Queen of the Darkmoon pack ended in a silver shackled nightmare. Sold to the four Malvaine brothers- the very monsters she ran away from thirteen years ago. Zeva is thrust into a dark, ancient protocol. They don't just want her strength; they want her womb to resurrect the Aethel Vrykol, a forbidden hyrbid vampire-werewolf race wiped out by the gods. But when the brothers drag her secret- a ten year old hybrid son, Zeva us forced to kneel. Caught in a gilded hell, she realizes the eldest brother, Valerius, wasn't just her captor- but her destined mate. Between a Lycan King who hunts her and her son, an ex husband who sold her and now wants her back, and a forbidden bond between a vampire mate who owns her. Zeva has only one goal: protect her son and burn the whole world to the ground- but when love gets in the way. What would she do?

To ransom my husband from the black market, I threw myself into relentless work, earning every penny I could. My son suffered alongside me, sharing in my exhaustion and deprivation. Years of malnutrition had left him vulnerable, and eventually, he was diagnosed with leukemia. I wept as I scraped together money from relatives and friends to pay for his chemotherapy. But on the way to the hospital, a sudden, unbearable pain wracked him. In his struggle, he accidentally bit off his own tongue and died in agony before we even reached the doors. I clutched my son's ashes and went straight to the black market, determined to use the borrowed money to bring my husband back. The moment I stepped in, I overheard a conversation between Joe Masseria and his men. "Boss, Sandra comes every month with her payments. She's suffered a lot just to ransom you," one said. At that moment, a widow—Joe's sister-in-law, long mourning her late husband—appeared beside him. "Joe," she said, her voice calm but cutting, "all these years, you've protected me from harm, even giving me the title of a mob boss's wife. But you've kept Sandra in the dark the whole time. Isn't that… terribly unfair to her?" Joe's eyes were cold, devoid of any pity for me. He scoffed. "Fairness is ruthless. She's had all this love from me. What's a little suffering compared to that? "But she's waited for me all these years. It's time I returned—before she loses her mind and comes after you. "If she's still sensible, I'll make sure her and her son's quality of life improves a bit." I understood everything in that instant. Holding my son's ashes to my chest, I wept until it felt as if my heart would shatter. Joe—your so-called fairness killed my son. And I am done waiting for you.

"I love you," he gazed at her eyes which are dropped on the floor while he cups her cheeks with his palm. She doesn't look at his eyes. She seems scared. But with what he doesn't understand. "Do you not like me? Even a little bit?" his voice enunciates but she doesn't response to it. He waits for her answer but she doesn't reply him. He tries to back away from her. But as he is leaving, she holds his hands suddenly. "I don't know. I don't know whether I like you or not. I just don't want you to go away. I just don't want you to leave me," she says with the tears sparkling on her eyes. "Esther!" He presses his forehead against her as his breaths fasten. He can feel that along with his, her breaths are quickened as well. He realizes that the fire is burning on both side and she is equally anxious as she is. A smile creeps on his lips as he feels that. "I love you, Esther. You're made for me and I am made for you. We are made for each other," he smiles and presses his lips against her. "You're day dreaming one more time? What the fuck are you dreaming about Esther? Is it about my old man? Are you dreaming about him?" He pushes her against the wall and punches hard on the wall making his knuckles be red and bleed. "Nooo...Nooo... Caden! You're wrong," she cries.

Rudraneel (Kaal) is a 36-year-old mafia who fell for a 21-year-old widow, Kiara. While he loved that girl, his nephew, Avinash hated her and wanted to torment her at any cost. But this was changed when a twenty-year-old girl Nandini entered Avinash's life. But their story wasn't dependant on hate and love, it was much more than that. Their lives contained mystery, dark secrets, hatred, betrayal, and above all, toxicity. Will they be able to thrive among the chaos or would they submit to it?

On the day of our wedding, my fiance Thomas Warsh was killed in a car accident on the way there. His adopted sister rushed toward me, clutching his ashes, accusing me of being a jinx who brought him misfortune. I was drowning in grief when a line of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [You must remain a widow for three years for your deceased husband. After three years, he will be reincarnated and return to love you again!] [Don’t ever remarry. Otherwise, the male lead will never rest in peace, and you will suffer for the rest of your life!] That was when I learned that my fiancé and I were the hero and heroine of a novel. Only by following the spoilers in the comments and completing the storyline could I reunite with him. I did not remarry. Guided by the comments, I remained a widow for three years, and then another three. However, it was not until I suddenly died from a severe illness that I discovered the truth–the comments had all been written by Thomas. He had faked his death, changed his appearance, married his adopted sister, and fed me endless empty promises so I would continue to slave away for the Warsh family. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding.