John Laurens Died

Sydney McCarthney is an aspiring model. She believes that she will be the best paid model in the whole world. But her dreams shattered when she found out that her father want her to marry the man she doesn't know and love. Zyko Maurice Mufasa a hot professor, also a CEO of Mufasa car Corporation. He already have a girlfriend but everything went into chaos when his girlfriend died in front of him because of the fixed marraige.

In my past life, my mother kept matchmaking me with a man with violence issues. After being subject to domestic violence, I tearfully called my mother and asked for help. However, she didn't do anything. Ultimately, I died from his violence while pregnant with his child. After I was reborn, my mother ended up being the one to marry him. This delighted me. She had no idea that he had AIDS!

I stayed by William Gavin's side for three years and proposed to him three times. He rejected me each time. With a look of utter disdain, he said, "Every time I see that scar on Whitney Spencer's stomach, I remember the baby that died in there. It just makes me think she's dirty." The words pierced my heart like a knife. And yet, I still asked him to marry me a fourth time.

I loved Stella for five years, and we were even engaged. However, she never helped when my grandfather was dying, all because the adopted son of my family suggested that she should use the opportunity to put me through adversity—so that I would toughen up. After my grandfather died helplessly, I toughened up just as she hoped for, no longer relying on her for everything. Naturally, I no longer loved her anymore either.

Three days after I died, my fiancé got a call to ID the body. He just scoffed. "She's dead, so what? Call me when she's in the ground." The cops, out of options, hit up my backup contact—my childhood friend. He actually laughed. "She's really gone? Not my problem. Burn her or whatever." Then my body hit the internet— And suddenly, both of them looked like ghosts.

Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rhett an undercover agent infiltrates Ravenwood University to investigate what happened to his brother who mysteriously died during an investigation on the 5 families. Starting Off with the powerful of all 5....The Riccis. Everything goes according to plan with Rhett keeping an eye Lucien Ricci until one night at an event that neither him nor Lucien should be at causes someone to notice him. Someone who also happens to one of the heirs of the 5 families.

Sophia died hating the man she once loved. Then she woke up ten years younger with a chance to make him pay. Alexander Sterling destroyed her in ways he'll never remember. Now she'll become the woman he can't forget and can't have. But he's dreaming of her death. She's planning his downfall. And neither knows they're both pawns in someone else's game.

What would a young wolf do when he is rejected by his mate and pack? David, the true heir of redmoon pack had to face that. His only support, his dad and grandpa died in the war against vampires and soon, someone poisoned his grandma.... leaving him all alone. What's worse? He was framed and accused of his Grandma's death. He flees........ What was he going to do now?

My wife, Sarah, died unexpectedly. My in-laws made an absurd request. "Why not have Stella play both roles? After all, Luke can't be without a mother." My brother-in-law, Greg, yelled at me, calling me shameless, and stormed out in anger. I looked at my sister-in-law, Stella, who looked exactly like my late wife. I could hardly conceal my grief. I was about to urge them to abandon their ridiculous idea, when I accidentally overheard a conversation between her and her parents. "It was Stella who died, so why did you lie and claim it was you?" Sarah sighed. "I love Greg. I staged my death so I could be with him legitimately. As for asking me to play both roles, don't even bring it up again. As for Michael, I have already given him a child and a respectable marriage. I owe him nothing." Turning around, I saw Luke with reddened eyes, asking me softly, "Daddy, does that mean that Mommy no longer wants us?" I bent down and pulled him into my arms, forcing myself to soothe him. "Your Aunt Stella wants to protect the person that she loves. We shouldn't bother her. It's time for us to prepare a new life."

When I was ten, I bugged my brother to come home for my birthday. He died in a plane crash that day. They never found his body. After that, my parents saw me as a total screw-up. They blamed me for his death. Every year on his memorial day, they forced me to kneel at the cemetery and repent my mistakes. I did that for eight years. I figured I'd spend my whole life paying for it. But on my 18th birthday, some creep stalked and murdered me. Right before I died, I tried calling for help. But my mom chewed me out. "I bet you're just dodging your duty to make up for James. You're full of crap. If you hadn't forced him to come back, he would have been alive. This is what you deserve." She hung up, leaving me staring at the dead screen. My last hope was dashed. She was right. Someone like me meant nothing but bad luck to those around me. I didn't deserve to exist. But then, eight years after his death, James showed up with his pregnant wife. When they heard I was gone, they fell apart.