Emperor Death Novels & Stories

#Sweet Romance #mystery #R18+ #Mafia story #Emperor #Possesive ***MATURE CONTENT INCLUDED IN THE STORY, READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS*** "Thank you so much, Liam, for everything, for coming in my life, for making my life beautiful," Elsa giggled and placed her lips on his. They were just lost in their passionate , and Liam felt something was itching him on the backside of the neck. He broke the and rubbed his hand on the back, he found a needle. His heart skipped a beat, he was losing his consciousness, he found Elsa was losing her sense. He found more than 10 needles on her forearm. "Nooo..." Liam screamed and he was engulfed by the darkness. They have been attacked. ****** "Liam, forget her, she is no more. Try to move on, the throne is waiting for you," Douglass, his father cheerfully patted his back and offered him his throne of the mafia Emperor. "She can't die," Liam muttered. "You checked yourself everything regarding her, it's confirmed," Douglass changed his tone rapidly. "Liam, don't behave like foolish. You already kicked the throne for that girl, now I won't bear your any excuses," Douglass roared and his voiced echoed in the room. "Don't tell me that I need to marry that Katherine for this throne," Liam thought for a while and asked his father. His father left the room without replying him. "I know you are alive, I will find you, Elsa, and for that, I need to be the Emperor..." Liam Douglass Mathews reckoned and got up with the vow of finding her. Join the journey of Elsa D'cruze and Liam Mathews... Stay tuned... #For the further updates and queries Follow me on my INSTAGRAM Wings_of_love77

Camden Price's true love, Lynn Gardner, died on my surgery table. Unexpectedly, the malicious Camden chose to protect me from backlash and even proposed to me. He treated me extraordinarily well after we got married. Camden would take me to taste the hottest chili. We would sign up for the most death-defying activities like bungee jumping. When it was late at night, he would take me to the rowdiest and most dangerous bars to drink our hearts away. All this led to me contracting stomach cancer. During my late-stage cancer, I found the diary he left at home. Everything he did with me was what Lynn wanted to do with him. On the last page of his diary, he wrote hatefully, "She deserves to die." I did die. I died after Lynn was found alive. She had faked her death. I died on the day Lynn was marrying another man. You should be happy now, Camden.

After three years of pretending to be dead on livestreams, I finally earned enough money to treat my daughter. I was about to go home and tell my wife and daughter when I overheard a call between the platform administrator and my wife. The administrator said humbly, “Chairman Morgan, Mr. Wells’s livestreams have generated tens of millions in revenue over these years. “The company withheld ninety-five percent of it. Should we keep withholding more?” Stacy fell silent for a moment before answering, “No need. Three years of testing him is enough. He barely moves year-round. He even developed muscle atrophy and didn’t tell me.” John’s voice came through the phone next. He said, “Stacy, Sam can even pretend to be dead, so what if this is an act too? “Besides, Emma’s already used to Sam being gone, so she probably won’t accept having a dad again anytime soon.” After some hesitation, my wife said indifferently, “If that’s the case, then withhold it for another six months.” I smiled and tossed the diagnosis report confirming amyotrophic lateral sclerosis into the trash. There was no need for them to test me anymore. I no longer needed to pretend.

Dorian Ashford was the Empress' only son. From the moment he was born, he was destined to be the Crown Prince. However, after he fell in love with my sister, Celeste Vale, he decided to throw his title away and run off with her to live a simple life together. I could not stand watching him destroy his future, so I told the Empress everything. Dorian was confined to the palace and could not make it to meet Celeste. Later, she ended up getting killed by bandits. After Dorian took the throne, he did not hesitate to send me off to marry into an enemy nation as part of a political alliance. He said coldly, "Consider this repayment for your betrayal back then." In the end, I was brutally assaulted and killed by bandits on the road to that forced marriage. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to before any of this happened.

There's an unspoken rule in my household—everyone has to engage in a drinking competition during the holidays. Whoever gets wasted first will have to pay off one year's worth of house and car mortgages for the other two siblings. In the first year, I collapsed after my first glass of alcohol. I had to pay the house mortgage for my oldest sister, Dahlia Zeller. In the second year, as soon as I picked up my glass, I fainted right away. Since then, I had to pay off Jasmine Zeller, my second sister's car loan. For the next 20 years, I've always been the loser. In the end, my wife, Jean McCarthy, is forced to jump off a building because of the huge debt I've racked up. The debtors keep dumping paint onto my residence, forcing me to deter away from it. Ransacked by guilt, I end up damaging my stomach from overdrinking when I attempt to train my alcohol tolerance. As a result, half of my liver has gotten removed. When I'm on the verge of death, I hear my parents snickering outside my ward. "Don't you think we've laced too many sleeping pills in his drink? He almost didn't wake up back then!" "It's fine. He's an idiot who merely thinks he has a low alcohol tolerance. Our family still relies on him for financial survival, you see. We can keep drugging him so that he'll keep getting wasted." When I open my eyes again, I've already gotten reborn in the timeframe when I'm sitting at the dining table in the 20th year.

After witnessing the death of her parents at the age of six, the abduction of her sister and surviving a hit-and-run accident during her freshman year, Alyssa Brawns ends up using a walking cane for her entire life. She tries to find meaning in her present but gets involved in something she shouldn't have and now, she is one ticket away from gracing the world with her funeral. Someone is out to kill her and her sole suspect is the leader of one of the biggest mafia organizations in the state who has no plans of leaving her alone. ‎However, everything she believes in goes down the drain when truth resurfaces, but that's not the only thing which does. Warning: This book is a dark romance that contains a lot of violence, use of language, gory details, steamy/sexual scenes and sexual tension. ‎

My adopted sister, Victoria, possessed a fiercely powerful wolf spirit. She was the sole hope for our endangered Silver Moon Pack. In contrast, though I was the Alpha's biological daughter, I was just an Omega. It wasn't until I turned twenty that I finally awakened a wolf spirit, and it possessed nothing but simple healing abilities. From that day on, my three older brothers forced me to become her personal blood slave. After enduring the extreme torture of the Full Moon Trials for the eighth time in her place, my wolf spirit was on the verge of being torn apart. Dragging my broken, battered body, I questioned them hoarsely. Chris, my eldest brother, sneered. "Victoria has suffered since she was a child, while you grew up in luxury. You're just taking a fraction of her pain for her. How is that unfair?" Aidan, my second brother, had ice-cold eyes. "Your talent, temperament, and wolf spirit can't compare to Victoria's in any way. You should be grateful for the chance to lift her." Evan, my third brother, shoved me to the ground. "It’s not like we're asking you to die for her. We raised you for years. Is this how you show your gratitude?" To punish me for my "willfulness," they threw me into the forbidden snake pits. As sharp fangs pierced my neck, the long-dormant system voice suddenly echoed in my mind. "Warning! Fatal venom detected. The host is in critical condition! Would you like to terminate the mission to redeem the three Silver Moon brothers, instantly leave this world, and return to reality?" With the last of my strength, right before my wolf spirit shattered completely, I nodded. From that moment on, every bond tying me to the three Silver Moon brothers was severed. We would never meet again, in life or in death.

On the day of my wedding, the man I loved ordered my execution. But the Moon Goddess wasn't done with me. Instead of fading into the afterlife, I jolted awake in a classroom, seven years in the past. I was nineteen again—a bullied, penniless pre-med student, and the pathetic, loyal personal healer to the arrogant boy who would one day order my death. Not this time. The twenty-seven-year-old woman trapped inside this body is done being a victim. I am no longer the charity case of the Feral Pack. I know their secrets, I know their fighting moves, and I know exactly how to survive. I am going to dominate the academy, bleed these wealthy Alphas dry of their money, and sever my ties with Caius before his toxic destiny can destroy me again. But rewriting fate comes with dangerous consequences. My sudden rebellion has sparked a dark, possessive obsession in Caius, who refuses to let me slip away. When Nathan Darrington—the ruthless future Alpha of the Blood Moon pack and Caius’s deadliest rival—steps in to offer me an alliance, Caius's possessive rage threatens to burn the entire academy to the ground. He thinks he can buy my loyalty back. He thinks he can still claim me as his destined Luna Queen. In my past life, I died for his love. In this life, to win my heart... he is going to have to beg.

Jason and Annabel discover a horrifying side of themselves after going through abuse and neglect—they can bring death. Courted by a strange, shadowless creature, they find themselves elevated from a position of nothingness to power. They would stop at nothing to prove their loyalty to the creature. Perhaps not even at the risk of their own destruction... That is, until they discover other purposes and find themselves entangled in love's meddlesome tentacles.

My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach. Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.” I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it. They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business. Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to Instagram, captioning it: "Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.” Then I turned off my phone and went to bed. The next morning, after having breakfast with my cat, Lulu, and taking the warmest bath ever, I turned my phone back on—and froze. Over 200 missed calls were waiting for me. Notifications exploded across my phone. And it didn’t stop there—the number of unattended messages kept climbing past 250.