Novel & Cerita Heaven Vs Hell

Twenty years old Elena Millers thought she was happy. She didn't think anyone would do this to her. Made her break up with Alexander Black, the man she was married to. A man she gave her everything to. The only man she ever loved, even ignoring the fact that he was seven years her senior. Who the hell did this to her?

“You will serve us tonight Avyaane. First with your mouth and then with your pussy. When you're done you can descend to hell and never return!” ~~~~~~~ Avyaane, an omega with a debt–ridden father, discovers she's mated to the Quadruplet Alphas of her pack – Chad, Logan, Killian and Blair on her nineteenth birthday But the thing is, she can't fall in love with them, definitely not the very sets of persons who made her life a living hell at Whiston’s College. Especially her ex–boyfriend, Chad, who hates her just as much as she does for a crime she was forced into. However, things take a drastic turn when a crisis forced Avyaane to live with all four alpha alphas. She finds something shocking about the alpha princes. Something far beyond the princely facade each of them had on. And when secrets and lies begin to unravel, she realizes that the very ones who tormented her may not be the monsters she thought they were. Can she trust her heart to see beyond the facade? Or let the alpha princes do that for her?

A hell-recycle world within the modern world, designed for death or near-death individuals. With the greenhouse effect resulting in instability in hell, access to hell becomes restricted, and the game keeps the new souls busy while offering them a second chance to return to their lives before death, depending on their performance. A six-digit cash prize is awarded to the winning participants, with rewards ranging from reversed choices and time manipulation to wealth and more. The 100 Doors Challenge System was designed purposely for this world, to keep the growing audience (already existing souls) entertained. Chosen participants must die beautifully at each door. The fancier and more tragic the death, the higher the views. The story alternates between real-world broadcast control rooms, digital death arenas, and fragmented dreamlike worlds designed from Author Willa’s traumas, fears, and regrets and those of the participating ghosts. 100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience. This story contains graphic adult themes, including explicit sexual content, psychological tension, dark humour, trauma, and scenes of coercion and moral ambiguity. It explores mature, disturbing, and emotionally intense situations within a fantasy-system setting. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Three days after my father’s death, I was home, planning his funeral. A woman and a group of bodyguards stormed in. She shoved me, hard. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she screamed. "Get out of my house! Now!" I froze, stunned. A new housekeeper? Maybe my brother Liam hired her. I kept my voice calm. "This house is mine. Liam knows that. If you have a problem, take it up with him." Her face twisted into a mask of rage. Then she slapped me. "Yours?" She scoffed, looking me up and down with disgust. "This is my boyfriend Liam's house. And you look like you don't belong here. I don't know if you're the new maid or the cook, but I don't care. Get the hell out. Now." My blood ran cold. I pulled out my phone and texted my assistant. [Tell Liam to get home and handle his girlfriend. Now. Or he won't see a dime of the family money.]

"End her, and burn her body." Those words rolled off cruelly from the tongue of my destined one-MY MATE. He stole my innocence, rejected me, stabbed me, and ordered me to be killed on our wedding night. I lost my wolf, left in a cruel realm to bear the pain alone... But my life took a twist that night-a twist that dragged me into the worst hell possible. One moment, I was the heir to my pack, and the next-I was a slave to the ruthless Lycan King, who was on the brink of losing his mind... Cold. Deadly. Unforgiving. His presence was hell itself. His name a whisper of terror. _He swore I was his, craved by his beast; to satisfy even if it breaks me_ Now, trapped in his dominant world, I must survive the dark clutches of the King who had me wrapped around his finger. However, within these dark reality, lies a primal fate.... ___ ___ TRIGGER WARNING: This book is a dark romance. It contains triggering scenes, emotional trauma, and matured contents. Reader discretion is advised. If you're a lover of dark romance, then this is for you...

Samantha was broke and desperate. Her brother had the perfect solution. Go work for his best friend. But why the hell would Sam want to work for Ares Beck after he spent his whole life bullying her? And better question, why is he so desperate to have her as his PA that he would tell Ben to have her apply in the first place?

Ophelia Evans, an orphan and a mystery to everyone, No one knows who she is? Where did she come from? Tristin Rivera, a CEO and a bachelor who is sought worldwide by thousands of women, but other than his name, no one has seen him (still, he is famous). They both are a world apart; they shouldn't meet, let alone falling in love. When these two aren't even in each other's world, that's where fate came. A natural matchmaker… After all, every single pair was a match made in heaven, these two also. Like every love has to go through the test. They also went through the ordeal of destiny and the past trial. What will happen when the truth about their origin comes out, and with that many dangers also? Can they face that? Can their love and determination win through trials and have a happy ending? In the end, will they have their own little sweet and happy ending love story? Let's go and join Ophelia and Tristin's journey...

Miss Zariah is a lawyer and a goddamn good one, she's known to be ruthless, and she'll put her own mother behind bars if she dares to break the law, to any outsider she's a cold-blooded snake, but to the ones that know her, she's not. Zee is a sweetheart, she'd move heaven and earth for the ones she loves, including her very close circle of friends, and that's about it. She never counted on standing up for a mafia lord, to go with him anywhere, or to fall in love with him, but life is never what we expect or what we want. Hades, wasn't a nice guy, a cold-hearted man, one who had committed many crimes before and will commit many more in the days to come, but his whole world stopped when he saw Zee, his little bunny, he's going to make her hers. This story includes cgl, ddlg, and a bit of coffee addiction. Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes

Moriah was one of the most prestigious psychiatrists in the country, until the king of the underworld, stepped his eyes on her. Her life stopped being perfect, having visions and hearing voices. After successfully treating what she believed to be mental illness, the real challenge came when Armaloth himself took her in broad daylight. Pain and suffering is the only thing that awaits you in the kingdom of the god of the underworld. Envy and jealousy surround the king's court, along with legendary creatures with ancient powers. Moriah has to survive in her new life and accept that the King will never let her go. Moriah believes that her suffering will have no end. Life in the Underworld is slowly her. All her hopes and will to live are fading away. Nothing matters but to fulfil her destiny. The fight between heaven and can break out at any moment. Armaloth will do whatever it takes to make the prophecy come true, and not even the god above himself will stand in his way. WARNING: Be aware. Expect violence, , and gore in some chapters.

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.