How Hinata Died Novels & Stories

**Completed. This is the second book in the Baxter Brother's series. It can be read as a stand-alone novel. Almost ten years ago, Landon watched his mate be killed right before his eyes. It changed him. After being hard and controlling for years, he has finally learned how to deal with the fact that she was gone. Forever. So when he arrives in Washington, Landon is shocked to find his mate alive. And he is even more determined to convince her to give him a chance. Brooklyn Eversteen almost died ten years ago. She vividly remembers the beckoning golden eyes that saved her, but she never saw him again. Ten years later, she agrees to marry Vincent in the agreement that he will forgive the debt. But when those beckoning golden eyes return, she finds she must make an even harder decision.

Sophie gave everything to the man she loved, only to be betrayed, poisoned, and left to die by him and her best friend. With her last breath, she learns the cruelest truth of all, the husband she despised, the man she helped destroy, died trying to save her in an accident they orchestrated. When Sophie opens her eyes again, she's back two years in the past. This time, she won't make the same mistake. The man she once hated will be the one she protects at all costs. The people who ruined her life will pay slowly, painfully. But there's one problem… Her husband doesn't believe a single word she says. To him, she's still the woman who loathed him yesterday. And no matter how hard she tries, the more she changes… The more he suspects she's planning something far worse.

On the day of the company’s annual meeting, Victoria Quinn brought a man onstage and publicly announced that he was the newly appointed vice president. All eyes in the room instantly turned to me. Mr. Lane looked at me with undisguised mockery. “Ms. Quinn, Mr. Cabell has been with the company for so many years. How did this promotion skip over him?” Victoria smiled casually. “Mr. Cabell is a pillar of the company. He’s most effective staying at the grassroots level.” I knew she was certain I would not object and that I would not leave her. When I glanced at the new vice president, I understood why. He looked exactly like her first love from college, the one who had died in an accident. Suddenly, I felt exhausted. I ripped off my ID badge, tossed it in front of Victoria, and said, “Ms. Quinn, I quit.”

My son accidentally burns my husband's first love's hand. My husband cruelly breaks my son's hand to teach him a lesson. He's in so much pain that he can't see straight and falls into a lake. Blood dyes the water red. I hold him close as I sob and call my husband, pleading for help. My husband doesn't care, though. "It's just a broken hand—he'll be fine once it's set in a cast. He'll only do worse things in the future if he's not taught a lesson now!" Later, my son drowns in the lake because he's not rescued in time. My husband loses his mind when he sees his body. "How could he have died when he only had a broken hand?"

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"

In her first life, she died a virgin. In her second life, she became a villainess who was exiled to the border of the Kingdom with her newborn baby, based on a romantic novel that she had briefly read in her first life. She is grateful that her dream to become a mother of an adorable baby has come true, instead of dying a virgin! BUT when she thought she just needed to be exiled and live peacefully with her baby, she and her baby were brutally murdered by an unexpected person. Either destiny or a curse, the universe brings her back to life as Fuschia Mountravven, Crown Princess of the Drachentia Kingdom again! She is still stuck inside the world of a novel! "I don't care about revenge! I want my baby again, so, how do I get pregnant?! Who is the father of my baby, huh?! ”

I was given a new life inside a book of misery. In order to survive this world, I must not follow the rules of the book and live the life of my will. However, I woke up as the main protagonist of the book called 'Lost Queen' and ended up being taken by the queen of a foreign country. "I ask you again, will you become my daughter?" Only when I accepted her hands did my life change for the better. I soon meet lots of good people and friends, I was doted like a true princess of this kingdom and I finally found the person that the Former Sapphire had wished to see and the lover that soon I will marry. It was a happy ending but the obstacle I endure wasn't. I was kidnapped when I was just new to the Castaline, I meet a prince of the eastern continent and I almost died on the night of Christmas. Danger awaits me in the future, we soon meet our ending by the Continental War between the East and West. Now we await to take glory upon the battlefield. This is how my life as Sapphire Phoebe Castaline started as well as how it will end to which path will take us and to which destiny awaits from a bright future.

After her father died, Freya decided to do what she wanted, which led her to become a cold-hearted woman who only knew how to work hard to achieve her goals. That was until she met Zeus Gabriel Herrera, a billionaire, who later became her boyfriend, but it also ended as soon as she discovered Zeus' biggest secret, that he was already married, and at the same time, she also discovered she was pregnant, so she decided to hide abroad to keep it a secret that she was carrying the billionaire's child. After years passed, she decided to come back with her innocent daughter, and in an unexpected event, she and Zeus met again. Would she tell Zeus the truth? Would she let her daughter be with her father? Would she take the risk of giving Zeus a chance to be a father to their child?even though she knew that he was already married.

I was born a liar. That was the label my mother gave me. In the Dark Moon Pack, every pup carries a Lunar Mark on their wrist. Green means truth. Red means liar. My twin sister Maya slashed Mommy's ceremonial dress with a blade and blamed the pack hounds. Her wrist stayed soft and green. My mark went crimson when I said I was cold. "Mommy, I'm telling the truth. Please believe me." Elena would crouch down, look me in the eye, and say the same thing every time. "The Goddess's mark is absolute, Selena. Your own heart betrays you." She never touched me. She just looked at my wrist with disgust. No matter how honest I tried to be, my heart would race when I was scared. And every time my pulse spiked, the mark turned red. I lied when I said I was hungry. I lied when I said I loved her. I lied when I cried. After enough years, I stopped fighting back. I started to believe her. Maybe I really was broken. Maybe I was just born wrong. The night I died, I wrote one last line in my Penance Journal. "Mommy, help me. It hurts. Please — just believe me once." She never saw it. She had already locked the door and walked away. I'm sorry, Mommy. I died still trying to get it right. In my next life — will you hold me?