Hades God Of Death

The moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops came unexpectedly. People had no idea that raindrops carry an infected agent, which consists of a nucleic acid molecule in a protein coat and multiplies only within the living of a host. It's like a piece of code that can copy itself and has a negative effect, such as corrupting the system and destroying the mind's rational data. A virus that was so small and infectious that once infected, a person's body became a reservoir of virus particles, causing the infected person to become carnivorous. Every second is crucial. Who will save humanity from the undead army? Will you save the world even if around you is on the verge of death?

In a world with machines and angels, the main character has to become the strongest to avoid getting killed and discarded.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

si Bryan Calvin des conde," ay isang governor nag lalawigan Ng Quezon, Siya ang pumalit SA kanyang ama na nag retired na bilang gobernador? SA edad niyang 38 year's old masasabi na stable na ang pamumuhay niya bilang isang negosyante at gobernador, nang bayan, my hoping Lang Siya SA mAy kapal na madagal na niya dinarasal na Sana mahanap na niya ang babaeng para SA kanya!, si sandy Valera Lorenzo napadpad SA Pilipinas para takasan ang tungkulin niya at ipaubaya SA kanyang Mahal na kapatid ang nais Lang niya ay semple pamumuhay, Pano kaya Kung pag dagpuin sila Ng tadhana?

The day my biological family comes to take me home, a car accident occurs. My parents and the fake son who had been living my life all die, but my sister, Kayla Bennett, survives. She despises me completely after that and blames the company's bankruptcy on me too. Desperate to make amends, I work over ten jobs a day, giving her every cent I earn so she can buy back the villa that has all our family memories. The day I finally save enough money, I discover my supposedly dead parents inside that same villa, celebrating Dylan Bennett's birthday. My usually cold sister is laughing warmly with them. As they bring out the cake, Mom mentions me. "Today's Nathan's birthday too. We've been punishing him for eight years now. Maybe we should bring him home?" Kayla cuts her off immediately. "We agreed on ten years to make sure he never suggests sending Dylan away again. Not one year less!" I clutch my medical report and laugh through my tears. But Kayla, I'm dying.

Royalty has never been this crazy. The werewolf princess Anastasia Nikita Furthrone knew she was next in her parent's match making hit list after her two older sisters having married in the name of the kingdom, giving up the right to live a life with their true mates. What she did not expect was the announcement of her engagement to the ruthless Vampire king. The war has ended, she being the only thing holding the alliance, giving up all she knew and shipped off to the enemy on a silver platter. Throw in a coven of crazy evil witches, a sexy devious king as old as time and a crazy monster-in-law, what could possibly go wrong?

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.

Your life has always been a horrible mess, like happiness didn’t want you to be happy. Being caged, used and controlled was all your life could offer, and you just couldn’t stop it or escape it. But then you met him. You thought he was a different person, so even after being warned, you chose to go with him, straight into a trap you would never escape from. He was cold, blunt, and unhappy himself, so when you expected him to say, “This is your home now, do whatever you want, for I will always protect you,” disappointment slapped because he said this instead: “I own you now. You’ll be in charge of all the cooking and cleaning in this house. You are not permitted to take one step out of this mansion; making any little mistake could cost you your life. Whenever I call you, respond immediately, don’t make me call you twice; that could also cost you your life. This house must remain clean as it is right now, and at night, be on guard in this house. I don’t want to catch you sleeping, it might also cost you your life… I hope you understand.” Just then you realised, you were been owned again, not being loved. The 25th of September is always a day of agony, torment, misery, pain and anguish. It all started on the 25th of September, and just like it started… would it end? Is Felix not who you pictured him to be? Would he turn out to be a bigger mess… or not. What would happen to you now, Benita?