Funeral Jim Hutton Freddie Mercury Novels & Stories

“The sight of you irks me!” He growled in her face, hatred, and desire mixing up to become one single but tormenting emotion. Timidly, she stuttered, “I’ll stay out of sight, My King–” “Did I ask you to do that?” He seethed, closing the small gap between their bodies. “What do you want then!” She retorted, equally frustrated. “I want you dammit!” He roared, grabbing her arms. “I want to hate you and I do hate you but fuck do I want to devour you till you can’t take any more of me.” **************** Haylee Smith, a nineteen-year-old who had never known peace since she was born was given to the cruel Alpha King by her destined mate after he chose, mated, and impregnated her dubious twin sister. Haylee was still bleeding from the wound of betrayal but she was given a second chance mate in the Alpha King. Alpha King Xalen, a ruthless twenty-seven-year-old, was still mourning his late wife and mother of his kids when he found out that the moon goddess had given him another mate– a slave– to be discovered at his beloved wife’s funeral. What a sick game of fate! A new mate at his ex-mate’s funeral! Hell did break loose but so did uncontrollable passion. Find out more in the pages of this book.

Three days before my wedding, Eric Foreman's childhood love returned to the country with her terminally ill mother. She wanted to marry Eric to fulfill her mother's dying wish. I objected furiously to it in my last life, and Eric eventually rejected Naomi Corbin's request. Naomi appeared with her mother's funeral picture in the middle of our wedding and accused Eric of being heartless. Eric got the bodyguards to kick her out, and our wedding continued without a glitch. However, he did not return home that night. Since then, he insisted that we sleep in different rooms. He would rather get drunk than touch me. When I questioned him about this, he said to me drunkenly as his eyes glazed over, "Ayla, every time I look at you, I'm reminded of the look of despair in Naomi's eyes and her mother's dying face… I regret making that decision!" His answer depressed me, and I eventually died from it. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Eric tried to convince me to give Naomi our wedding. This time, I agreed. I called my family as I watched him leave happily. "I agree to the marriage alliance. We can hold the wedding in three days."

Since the death of her father, Ella Adams has not experienced anything but cruelty. She has spent her life in pain, being an unwanted omega in a house of her stepmother, having only one hope in life, and that is the one of freedom in marriage. When she falls in love with Alpha Brandon, her fated mate, she feels like fate has finally favored her. However, falling in love with him secretly turns out to be her biggest mistake. Ella has her world shattered on the night Alpha Brandon publicly embraces her younger stepsister as his mate instead of her. She is branded a liar and accused of being an abomination and banished out of her pack carrying his child. Crushed, penniless, and lonely, Ella fades out of the world that has disowned her. But fate is not done with her. Ella is picked up by the mighty Alpha Jacob of the Bluehood Pack and she is given a second opportunity at life. Several years later, she comes back a successful, undefeated lawyer and a loving mother, her past hidden under the triumph and power. However, when she goes to the funeral of her adopted father, she is thrown back into the darkness she escaped, and right into the path of Alpha Brandon again. With the re-emergence of old foes and new friendships, Ella is caught up in pack politics, land battles and deadly betrayals. Two great Alphas are in love with her on very different grounds--one out of regret and blood, the other out of ambition and passion.

After the death of his first love, Caspian Stormcrown hated me for ten years. No matter how carefully I tried to please him, he met me with nothing but sneers. "If you really want to make me happy, go and die," he said. The words cut deep. Yet when a burning beam collapsed during the palace fire, he shoved me out of the way and died in my stead. He lay in my arms as his life faded. When I reached for him, he spent his last strength brushing my hand aside. "Evelyn Frostwood, how much better would my life have been if I had never met you…" he whispered. At the funeral, his mother sobbed until she could barely remain standing. "This is my fault," she cried. "I never should have forced you to marry her. If I had let you marry Amelia instead, would today have ended differently?" His father looked at me with open hatred. "Caspian saved you three times. Why did you only ever bring him disaster? Why did you live instead of him?" Everyone regretted that Caspian married me. So did I. In the end, I leapt from Starfall Tower and returned to the past, 10 years earlier. This time, I chose to sever every tie between Caspian and me and give everyone the ending they wanted.

After two months of surviving on her own, Kieran returns to Concord, stepping straight back into the suffocating warmth of family love she isn’t sure she’s ready for. Fresh from a funeral and carrying wounds no one fully understands, she’s greeted by watchful grandparents, anxious relatives, and questions about a future that no longer feels like hers to decide. Concord is familiar, comforting even, but it’s also filled with memories she hasn’t healed from. Chief among them is Lucas, the boy who was once her best friend and then, without warning, walked away. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence that hurt deeper than any fight ever could. His absence lingers, heavy with unanswered questions and unspoken feelings Kieran has never allowed herself to name. Seeking space, Kieran escapes to her favorite spot by the lake, hoping for peace. Instead, fate intervenes. The unmistakable growl of a motorcycle announces Lucas’s return, changed, bigger, sharper, and undeniably no longer the boy she remembers. One glance is enough to shatter the fragile calm she’s built. The past isn’t buried. It’s right next door. As summer begins, Kieran is forced to confront unresolved hurt, broken trust, and the dangerous pull of someone who once knew her better than anyone else. Some friendships don’t end cleanly...and some feelings refuse to stay buried.

Even after being married for three years, my husband treats me like a stranger. When I throw up blood from pregnancy complications, he's in the prayer room chanting for his foster sister, Yvie Springton. He accuses me of being dramatic. If Yvie so much as gets a headache, he drops everything and flies overseas to be by her side. When his parents are in critical condition after a car crash, I beg him to go see them one last time. But what does he do? He claims I'm cursing Yvie. When I go into early labor and cling to life after giving birth to our son, he posts a photo of his international boarding pass on social media. At his parents' funeral, he returns to the country with Yvie and demands I leave the marriage with nothing. The day our divorce finalizes, he holds a wedding ceremony with her. I bury his parents alone. Then, at an exclusive auction, dead set on winning the famous painting for Yvie, he offered a staggering price. Even his accounts are frozen. That's when he finally realizes he's been disowned by the Springton family. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's furious as he demands answers. I simply gesture for my lawyer to step forward. He says, "Mr. Springton, take a look at this will."

At the beginning of a new year, I stay at the hospital to take care of my mother-in-law on my own. My wife, Yelena Lipton, on the other hand, is on a vacation with her first love, Phillip Warren, in a tropical island overseas. Funnily enough, I'm the last one who finds out about her impending marriage with Phillip. When my mother-in-law hears about the news, her condition deteriorates to the point she gets sent into the treatment room immediately. I have to call Yelena over a dozen times for her to finally pick up the call. "Do you have a death wish or something? Why did you bombard me with calls? I'm in the middle of something right now, so leave me alone!" After that, Yelena ends the call. Since then, I keep failing to get in contact with her. During that time, my mother-in-law has passed away from the treatment failure. When I'm done organizing the funeral, I send Yelena a divorce agreement right away. "Have you gone nuts? It's just an announcement to cheer Phillip up! Are you seriously going to file a divorce from me?" After hearing Yelena's accusations, I reply calmly, "Mom's dead. I've already dealt with everything concerning her passing. You should come back and visit her grave."

For ten years, Seraphina Frostbane was a ghost in her own marriage and the invisible wife to London’s coldest billionaire, Kieran Blackthorne. She was his duty, his mistake, the woman who bore his heir but never his heart. When her father dies and her glamorous sister—the woman Kieran was meant to marry—returns to reclaim everything Seraphina accidentally took, he ends their marriage without hesitation. Broken but unbowed, Seraphina signs the divorce papers, takes her son, and disappears. But fate isn’t done with her yet. At her father’s funeral, an ambush meant to silence her nearly succeeds until she’s saved by Lucian Reed, a mysterious man with a spiral tattoo and eyes that promise danger. Under his brutal mentorship, Seraphina sheds her fragile shell and rises from the ashes as a woman who can bend the city’s elite to her will. But the stronger she grows, the more unhinged Kieran becomes. Realizing too late that his indifference masked a possessive obsession, he launches a ruthless war to drag her back into his empire and his bed. Now, caught between a new love that empowers her, an ex-husband who would burn the world to keep her, and a secret pregnancy that could destroy them all, Seraphina must decide: Will she rule her own destiny… or be devoured by the darkness that once claimed her?

Leonard Burton and I are childhood sweethearts, bound by a family-arranged marriage. After we marry, we live a loving, harmonious life. In a terrible accident, he even gives up his only chance at survival to save me. After Leonard's death, we find a journal among his belongings. In it, he records the three years he was missing after falling off a cliff—years spent with another woman he deeply loved. But his parents had forcibly separated them and arranged our marriage instead. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had continued to protect that woman from afar, silently and faithfully. At the funeral, Leonard's mother, Charlotte Newman, is inconsolable. "Leonard, it's all my fault. Would you still be alive if I'd let you marry Yelena back then?" His father, Samuel Burton, glares at me with hatred. "He fell off that cliff saving you. He died in that crash shielding you. Why do you bring him nothing but harm? Why aren't you the one who's dead?" Yes, why is it not me who's dead? I look at Leonard's familiar, smiling face on his gravestone before running at it and smashing my head on it. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when he just returned from that small fishing village. This time, I choose to let him go and give him what he wants. Finally, I see Leonard again.

When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The door burst open with a bang, and my Beta father charged in like a storm. His fangs bared, claws twitching. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”