Elsa Died Novels & Stories

Silas Vaughn hasn’t touched a man in five years…not since his husband, Emery, died in a mysterious car crash that was never solved. He buried his grief beneath ice, building his empire and locking his heart away. Until one night, at a charity gala, he sees him. Same dimples. Same smile. Same face. But the man isn’t Emery. His name is Julian Reed…a broke artist drowning in debt, hiding secrets he refuses to share. Fascinated and desperate, Silas makes him an outrageous offer: “Marry me for one year. I’ll erase your debts. You’ll never want for anything again.” Julian thinks he’s insane. But against all reason, he accepts. What begins as a cold bargain spirals into dangerous passion, pulling Julian into Silas’s world of obsession, grief, and forbidden desire. For the first time in years, Silas feels alive again. But Julian isn’t just Emery’s lookalike. He knows something about the night Emery died something that could destroy Silas forever.

Her father and stepmother died, leaving her to the brutal hands of her step brother. Her stepbrother is heartless. He treats her as a maid, is it a torture? She however discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?

My little sister Willa? Always played the noble princess—even during the freaking apocalypse. She was pregnant and still trying to look like some graceful queen. I told her to end it. Safer that way. She slapped me. "Shut up. How can you be so heartless?" Meanwhile, I skipped meals so she and her rescue-pet gang could eat. When I collapsed from hunger, she snorted. "Drama queen. Think of it as a free weight-loss plan." I dragged her to the base, the safe zone, and nearly died doing it. She snatched the last of my rations. "The baby and I are good. Give the rest away." I died from my injuries—frozen, starving, forgotten. Willa? She got crowned a saint. Even landed the baby daddy—the Deputy Governor—and kicked off her perfect little fairytale. Then I woke up. Back to the moment she asked me to swear I'd protect her and the baby. This time, I laughed in her face. "Die for all I care."

Mae Evens, a young orphan, who is the pack slave, is awaiting her 18th birthday. The day she gets her wolf. Her parents were killed 5 years ago, from a group of Rogues. Ever since her parents died Alpha Silas has made her life hell. As she awaits her 18th birthday she's also planning her escape.

To get revenge. To be greedy. To have power and authority. These things can be achieved when you know what the future holds. When I died, they said that a Mistress like me should go to hell. Well, I guess they are wrong. Instead, I got hold of that future. I got to go back in time. Follow me, read my story, and learn from my journey.

In her past life, Dylan Xander was forced to marry Zoe Stone. On their wedding day, his first love died in a plane crash. After the wedding, Dylan fell into a deep depression and grew to despise Zoe. For seven long years, she humbled herself just to win a sliver of his affection. But all she ever got in return was the same cruel question, over and over again: “Why wasn’t it you who died instead?” And yet, when the tsunami struck, Dylan gave up his only chance of survival to save her. On the lifeboat, she desperately reached out to grab his hand but he pulled away with all his strength. As he sank into the dark depths of the sea, he smiled in relief. “I’m finally free. I can be with her now.” After his death, the entire Xander family turned their hatred toward Zoe. Consumed by grief and guilt, she took her own life by jumping into the ocean. But when she opened her eyes again, she had returned to seven years ago. This time, she would cut the toxic bond between them and let him be with his true love.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel where Henry Cadden and Sophie Lloyd had their secret affair. Two lives were lost that day, mine and my unborn child's, but they all said it was my fate, and I deserved it. Sophie had orchestrated everything. She convinced Henry to cut our child from my body and give it to her, then stole my phone to frame me for infidelity. She also asked him not to look for me. Later, he found out the truth. The lifeless body he discovered was mine, and the child he had removed from my womb for Sophie was our own. My remains weren't even complete. He told himself it was for the best, that the child had done a good deed and would be blessed for it. But deep down, guilt consumed him. Still, in the end, he decided to marry Sophie. As my soul faded and seemed to be slipping away for good, he exposed Sophie's evil deeds at their wedding. In a final act of desperation, he dragged her and jumped down the building. She died instantly on the spot, but he didn't and went into a coma for life.

Rafaelia is an Assasin and hates Mafia the most. Her mom died because of Mafia, and wanted to get revenge. She's ruthless and doesn't care for anyone else, even her own self. Everything changed after getting engaged to a Childish guy. She fell for his kindness and swore to protect him no matter what, not knowing that he is a ruthless Mafia Boss.

The day Yancy Shepherd died, Benedict Page poisoned our dinner. His eyes were wild, and bloodshot, as he watched me writhe in agony. There was a madness in his gaze, but worse was the hatred, a disgust so deep it twisted his face into something unrecognizable. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, Yancy wouldn’t have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It’s all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand and landed at my feet—Yancy at twenty, looking radiant, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. I collapsed to the ground, my strength fading fast like a rose withering in the final grasp of winter. Helpless, I waited for the darkness to claim me, consumed by despair and bitter regret. Why hadn’t I listened to the system and killed him when I had the chance? But when I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I stood watching Benedict flee our engagement ceremony. My brother moved to chase after him, but I quietly raised a hand, stopping him. This time, things would be different.

I had plans for my future, away from my cruel family, my money-obsessed mother, my small town... I wanted to build a new life as I was very close to turning 18 and being legally free. However, all my plans died when I was the target of artificial incemination. Now I have to deal with the son of a man who never dreamed of being a father.