Noelle Black Clover Death

Everything changed on my twelfth birthday. The brakes failed, the tragic crash, and the death of our parents. My brother blamed it all on me. He ruled as the mafia boss, yet all he showed me was hatred. The only love he had left was for our younger sister. He never believed how sick I became. He accused me of faking my sickness to get attention. He would turn to our sister with a gentleness I never received, he promised to save her, and he promised she would never die on his watch. My heart ended up beating inside her chest even after I died. He finally saw what was left of my damaged body after I was gone. The truth my brother never bothered to face would shatter his world.

My best friend is a death angel named Faro, and my father works for the devil. I am an incubus demon who has a talking cat named Samson, who happens to be a cursed wizard stuck to live his life as a black cat, an annoying companion who sheds entirely too much. Being an incubus I survived solely on the pleasures of the flesh. I was Dipping my dick into a different woman almost every night for the past hundred years. Whether paid for or brought home to my penthouse from the local watering hole I had company quite frequently to feed my hunger. Cursed to earth I had unlimited wealth and countless numbers of females to recharge me at whim. My punishment from Lucifer wasn't all that bad. At least it wasn't until a wisp of a female brought me to my knees. Could I fall in love, for real? It was inconceivable even though I was named for it; it was the furthest from who and what I was. I was, at the very least, an uncaring prick. Could someone like me know what love was and did I want to know? That's the real question I asked myself. This is my story of how my demon heart started to beat after centuries of being a cold obsidian stone by a young redheaded female with unique secrets of her own. Could she love me enough to walk through the fires of hell for me? This is her story...

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

“Think about it," Trapping her between his arms and the chair, he continued. "I’m giving a once in a life time deal, Noelle,” Purposely, he leaned closer in a teasing manner and surprisingly, relished in the way Noelle shrank back. “Become my wife…be mine, and I’d give to you, whatsoever your heart desires. Money, fame, protection, you just name it and you’ll have it; Tesoro.” ~•~ Noelle is an ambitious, hardworking woman whose world crumbles when her long-term boyfriend, Jason, humiliates her by breaking up with her during their anniversary dinner. The reason? He’s found a new girlfriend, whose wealthier than she is. Heartbroken and crushed by the reality of her miserable life, Noelle drowns her sorrows at a nightclub, where she ends up sharing a night of passion with a mysterious stranger. She leaves the next morning, leaving behind only a note, assuming they’ll never cross paths again. When Noelle confides her heartbreak to her best friend, Elena, they investigate Ivette’s background and discover that her wealth stems from her uncle. With this knowledge comes about their ultimate revenge plan: seduce the powerful tycoon and teach Jason a lesson. But her plan takes an unexpected turn when she meets the infamous Wallace Castellano, who turns out to be the same man she had a one night stand with—and he’s far more than just a tycoon. As the head of Italy’s top Mafia organization, Wallace’s world is as seductive as it is treacherous. Drawn into his orbit, Noelle finds herself navigating a web of power, danger, and undeniable passion. But revenge has its price, and as secrets unravel and enemies close in, Noelle must decide: is she willing to risk her heart—and her life—for a man who could destroy her?

While my corpse was rotting in the morgue, my fiancé, Ron Corleone, was comforting my murderer. Lisa Corleone sobbed as she said, “After we were kidnapped and brought here, Wendy disappeared. We don’t know if she managed to escape. It was all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on going out with Wendy…” Ron’s face was ice cold. “The future mistress of the Corleone family actually abandoned my sister and fled on her own. If she dares to come back, I’ll break her arms and legs and turn her into a maggot that only deserves to live in the dark!” In fact, I did die in some random corner with my limbs broken. The truth about my death made Ron, who had vowed to make me regret my existence, crazy.

My sister pulled a knife during a robbery attempt, and we got into a brutal fight. My mom, an auxiliary police officer, arrived at the scene but totally ignored my injury. As I lay in a pool of blood, begging for help, she just cradled my sister and yelled at me, "You're so desperate for attention that you'd hurt your sister? How did I raise a heartless monster like you?" She branded me as the aggressor, ignored my pleas, and rushed my sister, who had mere scratches, to the hospital. I was left alone to die miserably in that deserted alley. When the news of my death arrived, my mother dismissed it as another one of my lies, pointing at my body and demanding I get up to apologize to my sister.

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

One drunken mistake, one signed contract. And now, Noelle has to spend one year in the billionaire’s bed. Noelle's world comes crumbling when she walks into her boyfriend of three years fucking her best friend. Betrayed by her ex and suffocated by her parents’ demands, she takes her mother's advice , a blind date with a match she found on a dating app. Noelle walked into a bar looking for revenge, what she found instead was Damian Blackwood: sin in a tailored suit, the man every tabloid loved to hate. A night of whiskey and bad decisions ended with neon lights, a priest’s collar, and a marriage certificate she doesn’t remember signing. Now, she’s Mrs. Blackwood,and the billionaire isn’t letting her walk away. Damian offers her everything she thought she wanted: freedom from her family, payback against her ex, and more money than she’s ever dreamed of. But in exchange, he wants a polished wife on his arm,and a submissive partner in his bed. Noelle thought she was making a deal. Instead, she signed herself into his world of power, pleasure, and rules she never knew existed. And the fine print? It might ruin her, or awaken a desire she can’t escape.

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.