Evil Dead Novelization

Alpha Darell doesn't want a mate, and neither does he want to settle down as a family man. “Why have a wife when you can have many girlfriends?” He'd normally say. And unsurprisingly Darell's 27th birthday, which is also his Mate Selection day, becomes the happiest day of his life. Why? The Priest says his ordained mate is dead. But this joyous day soon becomes Darell's worst, when he meets his so-called dead mate—A vampire woman who had just woken up from a deep many years ago.

From bestselling author Emily Goodwin comes the epic start to a sexy and exciting paranormal romance series... Never trust a vampire. I might have learned that lesson the hard way. But when I find myself in a vampire-owned bar, I don’t have much of a choice. With vampires still trying to assimilate into mainstream society, I’ve done Lucas King a favor by stopping one of his patrons from draining a human dry in the basement of his bar. A favor he'd prefer to repay in bed than in kind. Vampires and witches have had more than a jaded history, and when witches start showing up dead in surrounding covens, all signs point to something old and powerful. Something that knows the ways of the witches.Something--or someone--like Lucas. What's worse than trusting a vampire? Falling in love with one.Dead of Night a vampire/witch romance and is book one in the Thorne Hill series.

ini adalah cerita asli yg aku buat sendiri karena aku penggemar dari cerita cerita zombie jadi aku memutuskan untuk membuat novel nya , harusnya buat komis tapi karena buat novel lebih mudah jadi di buat novel aja * dunia sudah hancur berantakan akibat wabah zombie ini ada seorang pria bernama ardlick yg bertahan hidup*

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.

Anastasia Dawson, a third year Political Science student. She is a combination of beauty and intelligence–a genius to be precise. And the fact that she is an orphan but still live a lavish life, makes her almost perfect. That is why she became easily part of the perfect and most popular squad in her new School. But, their flawless image suddenly got tinted when Sia spilled some of their dirty little secrets. As their friendship ends. Who would expect that Sia will also face her tragic death. But, her end is the only beginning for their staged perfection to be ruined.

ข้ามีอายุหลายร้อยปีเป็นราชินีในหมู่ปีศาจ มีพลังอำนาจมหาศาล แต่สิ่งเดียวที่ไม่มีวันลืม คือภาพชายคนรักสิ้นใจในอ้อมอก ข้าต้องอยู่อย่างโดดเดี่ยวมานานแสนนานเพื่อรอคอยชายอันเป็นดั่งดวงใจ และตอนนี้ข้าทนไม่ไหวอีกต่อไปแล้ว เมื่อชายคนรักได้ไปเกิดในภพชาติใหม่ ภพที่มีแต่ความโลภ โกรธ หลง เข่นฆ่ากันไม่เว้นแต่ละวัน  และใจข้ายิ่งร้อนดั่งไฟเมื่อชายคนรักที่เฝ้าคะนึงหากำลังหมั้นหมายกับหญิงอื่น  พวกเขาทั้งคู่ดูเหมาะสมกันราวกับสวรรค์จงใจสร้าง แต่สวรรค์แล้วไงในเมื่อเขาคือคนรักของข้า!! ต่อให้เย้ยฟ้าท้าสวรรค์ข้าก็จะทวงทุกอย่างกลับคืนมา

คนอย่างฉันถ้าได้ชอบก็คือรุกใส่ไม่มีถอย บางทีเขาก็ดูมีใจแต่ทำไมถึงปฏิเสธความรักของฉันตั้งสองครั้งกันล่ะแล้วถ้ามีครั้งที่สามฉันควรพอหรือยัง #หลงใหลไซซี (ไม่มีนอกกายนอกใจ)

On the day of her grand wedding, a sudden twist shattered Cardy's plans. In an extraordinary act, her ex-lover stormed in, disrupting the ceremony and causing it to come to an abrupt halt. In the aftermath, Cardy found herself at a crossroads, faced with two perplexing choices. Should she consider reuniting with her once-dear, but now malicious, ex-partner? Or should she embark on a contract marriage, a path laden with its own set of unknowns?

She was a movie star in her previous life. After the unfortunate accident, she thought she would die. However, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar world where the body she had possessed was a wicked Omega who wanted to be Luna and killed all of the heirs of the Leader of the Clan. First, she regretted it until she started knowing more about the body owner who hid the biggest secret.

My roommate bought an antique bronze censer online. She burned incense day and night, praying to be with a wealthy boyfriend. I thought it was silly, until her face began to look like mine. Soon, she became the admired heiress, while I was left drowning in debts she had deliberately racked up. I begged her for my identity back, and she pretended to agree. However, she tricked me into giving her my bank account password and pushed me off a rooftop. I learned at that moment that the censer was a cursed relic that grants wishes by draining the life and luck of another. She could take everything from me once my life was ruined, but death was not the end for me. I woke up on the day she first got the cursed censer. The truth was every wish comes with a price, and I was going to make sure she pays.