Gabe Dog Died

The hospital's latest intern, Lindsey Clark, is very pretty, but she's a total idiot as well. When my mom came to the hospital for a prescription, she swapped the vitamin C for potassium supplements, which were known to be very poisonous if misused. Mom, who was fresh out of surgery, suffered from heavy bleeding right after taking the medication. She died on the same night. Before I could hold Lindsey responsible for Mom's death, the latter quickly piped up with teary eyes, "I'm so sorry, Dr. Monroe! I just thought that potassium supplements can help your mother heal faster…" Even Michael Jones, my husband, who was the hospital director, took her side. "Your mom only had her idiocy to blame! She died because she took the wrong medication! How dare you drag Lindsey into this!" I was so furious that my cardiac arrest was triggered on the spot. Soon, I was sent into the operating room. Lindsey said she wanted to redeem herself by taking on the post as Michael's assistant in the surgery. But her hands kept trembling even when she tried to thread the suture needle. In the end, she took off her mask and picked up the suture with her teeth. Just like that, she used her saliva to wet the suture end. One day later, I died in the ICU due to a case of severe infection. When my spirit was about to fade away, I heard Lindsey crying sadly. "If it wasn't for my idiocy, Dr. Monroe wouldn't have died!" Michael just patted her dotingly on the head in return. "Having medical risks in a surgical operation is completely normal. You're still young, so stop blaming yourself already." Mom and I were cremated instantly, seeing as Michael intended to cover up our deaths. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Lindsey has just gotten recruited by the hospital.

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None of them has seen Zachary and Louise kissing fiercely on the dance floor. Today is the seventh wedding ceremony. Once again, he turns to leave after getting a call. I grab the corner of his shirt and say in a choked voice, "If you leave this time, Zachary, I won't marry you anymore." He stops in his tracks and peels off my fingers. "Wait for me," he says before rushing off. What he doesn't know is that this time, I won't be waiting for him any longer.

Crimson, a 21-year-old orphan with no idea about her real family, was working hard to save money for her schooling as she wanted to finish college and wanted to have a dog someday that would be her companion. One day, she met a handsome yet dangerous man named Solo. Solo, a werewolf lycan vampire, living with humans for almost five decades, became so powerful that he controlled the underground world of mafias. No one among his people knows his secret that he ate a virgin’s heart just to maintain his young looks. When he met Crimson, a simple delivery girl. He became obsessed with her heart and wanted to eat it as he was told that Crimson’s heart would make him immortal because he envied the vampire’s immortality. She wanted to have a simple yet happy life with a dog. He wanted to have her heart to make him immortal. She wants to finish college and have her dreams come true. He wanted to sacrifice her in the blood moon ritual. Monstrosity. Immortality. Endlessly. This story will make us realize that love can change someone’s point of view and dreams... that love is the most dangerous emotion because it will truly change you... and that love is the most dangerous karma a bad wolf could ever get.

What is an obsession? An idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. And this is what my brother thinks I have and feel toward Lola. He always asks me to be patient and wait till he figures out how to get her back to me, but I can't sit like an obedient dog and wait. I can't live my life as if nothing had happened and my soul wasn't just ripped out of my body. Lola isn't just an obsession to me, she is my life and soul, she is my beating heart. I watched her grow under my care, I waited for her to mature, I fucking protected her even from myself. From that mindless animal that I am, and when I finally could get what I have always wanted, it was taken away from me. My brother is wrong, I'm not obsessed I am possessed and I will fucking take everyone down to get my little flower back. *The doctor's convict is book 2 in women of mafia series, you need to read book 1 (Cerberus) first.

GENRE: War/Military/Historical Fiction SETTINGS: Alternate world THEME: Ancient China SAMANTHA Corey died from explosion together with her younger sister Shereen, and beloved Marco. Her death, as she found out before dying, was orchestrated by her bestfriend, Diana, who had long been eyeing the highest seat in their secret organization, the Black Council. Out of Samantha's expectation though, she had woken up in the body of Emerald Hans from Royal City which miles away from Grey City. This Emerald Hans had a very awful life experiences, even more terrible than her own. Just months ago, the lady became an orphan after her father died due to an accident. And as if her life wasn't miserable enough yet, she was pushed from a wild torrential river by her step-siblings. Obviously, the original Emerald Hans had already died so Samantha decided to take over her life and body and go back to Grey City. There she lived together with the family of General Francis Hans, Emerald's paternal uncle. She became their precious niece and she warmed up to them like her own family. Behind the scene though, Samantha had been slowly getting her chess pieces back in the game. Soon, she had delved into the real life chess game against her ex-bestfriend Diana. Read on and see how Samantha played real life chess games against her enemies at the same time, finding a new family, new friends and maybe... a new lover too. ***

“They begged for mercy,” he said coldly, his eyes distant. “But mercy died the day they killed her.”he snarled, his eyes cold as steel. “They killed the only woman I ever loved, and for that, you’ll suffer.” Love died in him the day his lover was taken by a family of hunters. As the ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Clan, he has spent years hunting the Crescent Hunters, the family of werewolf slayers who killed his lover. Revenge is his only purpose-until he discovers his fated mate is the daughter of those very hunters, his plan to annihilate them is turned upside down. Will he use her to destroy her own family? Or will she be the one to melt the heart he thought he’d buried long ago? Can he kill the family that took everything from him, even if it means destroying the woman he's bound to protect?

(COMPLETED) Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted. Or so she thought. Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account? Now worth one hundred billion. With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest. Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware: She died once. She’s not dying quietly again. A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

She had always wished to be a successful person with a good heart, but that never happened. After living a life as a maid after her father died, her step mom decided to sell her off into a brothel were she was bought by a ruthless Mafia who loves to inflict pain.

Layla is a powerful being that is thought to be a myth among the demons. After getting her memories back, discovering her husbands deal to spare her life, and finding out she had died with child a mysterious demon named Zeke appears to help her navigate her new powers.