Lifeless

Rosalia's world shattered the day her family was hanged for treason. She could still hear the snap of the ropes, the gasps of the crowd, and the queen’s satisfied smile as her father, mother, and siblings were left dangling lifeless in the square. She hadn’t even had time to grieve before they claimed her. Sold like property to the very family that had condemned them. Thrown into the vipers’ den, Rosalia knows her life is forfeit. The queen despises her, whispering promises of the noose that will one day wrap around her neck. But her fate takes a darker turn when the crown prince, Damien Vipont, takes her under his wing. Not out of kindness, but to claim her as his plaything. Damien is cold, cruel, and relentless. He demands her obedience, taunts her weakness, and leaves her trembling under his touch. To him, she is a pawn to ruin, a conquest to own. But Rosalia burns with a will to survive and a hunger for vengeance against the family that stole everything from her. Trapped in the prince’s grasp, Rosalia walks the fine line between defiance and submission, knowing that one wrong step could cost her everything. Yet the fire between them is impossible to ignore—a dangerous, destructive force that threatens to consume them both. She hates him. She needs him. But most of all, she plans to destroy him. If he does not do it first

"Come this way." A man forward his hand towards the girl who looked confused over what was happening. She looked at his hand and then at him. "We need to go back." She took a deep breath and pleaded to him knowing what ever she will do he is not going to change his mind. The man smiled and took a step towards her closing their distance and cupped her face. "My Luna, you need to listen to your alpha, not to care about the pack. Now, should we go or you want me to you until the sun rises." The girl turned red and hit on the of the man who chuckled and pulled her closer, quickly leaving a peck on her lips. "Let me shift first." He winked at her and freed her arms.The girl turned her head towards the opposite side as a shy smile appeared on her face. Soon a t shirt fell on her head and she heard a chuckle.  "Stop teasing me." She pouted and folded the shirt in her hands. She hugged the t-shirt and waited for sometime to get the remaining clothes but there was silence around her. "Gavin." She softly called her husband's name but didn't get any reply. There was something wrong. This wasn't how this all happened. She quickly turned and saw her husband lying on the ground in a pool of blood. His eyes were lifeless and blood was still ozing out of the sharp wound on his .

His hand slid beneath her shirt, warm against her bare waist. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered against her neck. She trembled, every nerve on fire. “I don't want you too.” ~~~ Audrey Dauval’s life shattered the night she opened the front door and found her mother’s lifeless body soaked in blood on the front porch. Everyone said it was an illness. Everyone said she imagined what she saw. But she knew exactly what she saw that night. When her distant, broken father sends her away to live with family friends in the eerie town of Ravenfalls, she thinks the worst is behind her. But nothing in Ravenfalls is normal. The woods, the town, it's gloomy and holds secrets. Lots of them. At school, two dangerously gorgeous rivals lock eyes with her, and that’s when everything changes. But what she feels for both of them... she feels for a third. Born from a bloodline of legendary werewolf hunters, Audrey is the target of a vengeful rogue pack that killed her mother and now wants her dead. As forbidden bonds grow and fated connections spark, Audrey finds herself torn between love, war, and the truth of who she really is. Three boys. One mate. And she can only choose one or lose them all. Who would she choose?

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.

{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here} *********************************** "Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?" It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca.....the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. "Now his eyes will never trouble you again." He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?

“I don’t negotiate, I take. But just this once… name it.” Ryker’s voice was low, commanding. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.” Serena’s heart pounded. He had taken everything from her, her freedom, her choices, her life. And now, he was acting like he could grant her a wish? “Huh?” “Yes, speak your desire and I will make it a command.” “Anything?” He nodded, his grip firm around her waist, his golden eyes locked on her. “Then I want your life. I want you dead!” Silence filled the room. Serena braced herself for his anger. But instead, Ryker smiled. “Alright.” Before she could react, he turned and said, “Bring me a knife.” The blade was cold in her hands, her fingers shaking as she clutched it. This was her chance, her revenge. The moment she had dreamed of. She didn’t hesitate. The knife plunged into his chest. His body fell. His blood spilled. And yet, moments later… he was standing right in front of her. Serena’s breath caught in her throat. She looked down, his lifeless body was still on the floor. But he… he was alive. Watching her. Smirking. “You got what you wanted,” he said. “Now, it’s my turn.” She had tried to kill the monster who killed her father right in front of her. But monsters don’t die so easily. And now, she was his. “Welcome to my world.”

I was five months along, carrying the pup of my fiancé, Ryan Hebert. On our marking day, Ryan rejected me and marked Daisy, also with pup. He claimed my pup wasn’t his, a bastard of unknown origin. Worse, he called my father a traitor in front of everyone. At the banquet entrance, my father collapsed, and I miscarried. I knelt in blood, begging him to save us. “Daisy can’t handle stress. Stay away from her.” Then he walked off, holding her close. Later, my childhood friend Andrew saved me. He brought in the most skilled wolf healers for my father, and stayed by my side, night and day. A week later, my father had another heart attack. Before he passed, his only wish was for me to be protected. Andrew knelt by the bedside, and solemnly swore to my father’s lifeless body that he would marry me,that he would protect me for the rest of my life. And I believed him. After the funeral, I ended things with Ryan and married Andrew instead. But five years later, I overheard a conversation between Ryan and Andrew. “If Eleanor ever finds out that it was you and me who traded her purity for Daisy’s happiness on the day of the ceremony… do you think she’d still love you?” So Andrew’s love was a lie too. But when I left, why did the one who broke me beg to have me back?

She destroys whatever she touches, death befall upon those she loves, the last one left of her kind. She was a specie most hated and despised. Like many others, she has destroyed him. His family, his Kingdom, his perfect world. She ruined it all with a mere touch.Leaving him broken. But while the world expected him to hate her. Loathe her with passion. He left everyone flabbergasted. When he announces her not to be rejected and killed. What were his intentions? Why he did it? The entire werewolf world needed answers.But he answers them with only one line that left everyone silent. ‘ She is the girl I claim” .... She was a puppet used to commit the biggest coup in history of werewolves. She was a dangerous weapon used most skilfully. But now, 18 years later when this weapon was rendered useless and it's use worn out. Can she survive being the wife of the very man whose life she destroyed? Can the lifeless girl learn to live again and grow back the wings the world has once cut as her punishment. Can she fight against the entire werewolf species for her right and make things right ? Can she use her demonic powers in her for the right purpose this time? A puppet wife or a phoenix yet to rise? Stay tuned to find out in this unique tale of demons and werewolves. Marked in history as the greatest love story of the forbidden. " The girl he Claimed" * Could be read as a stand alone. Book 1 The girl he Banished Book 2 The girl he claimed.

On the day my husband married my younger sister, I once again heard the divine message from the Astral Sanctuary: if I sever all ties to the mortal world within three days, I can reclaim the astral power I relinquished and return to the Astral Sanctuary. On the first day, I publicly cut my hair to symbolize the severing of love and signed the separation letter, ending my three-year marriage to the man I once loved. Holding my sister in his arms, he looked at me with disdain. His words dripped with mockery as he called me petty and jealous, claiming that sparing me the title of an equal wife had been his greatest act of kindness. On the second day, I drove a blade into myself six times, severing my bond with my cherished elder brother. He stood by, cold and unfeeling, sneering that I was nothing more than a desperate fool, resorting to theatrics to compete for his affection—a devotion he reserved entirely for my sister. On the third day, I clenched my teeth and carved through my own flesh and bone, severing my connection to the parents who had given me life. Enraged, they called me ungrateful and declared I was unworthy—not just of being their daughter, but even of being compared to my perfect sister. In the end, I succumbed to exhaustion and blood loss. My spirit ascended to the Astral Sanctuary, where I reclaimed my true identity as an Astral Maiden. When my family discovered my lifeless body left behind in the mortal realm, they all descended into madness.

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”