Omni Man Death Novels & Stories

Kiran York descended from his home in the mountains to cancel his engagement, only to have his fiancee immediately drag him off to the city hall to grab his marriage license. Also, she’s gorgeous?!No. His wife’s good looks would not sway him. He must divorce her! He refused to become a kept man!At his declaration, his wife very calmly asked, “How many children do you want?”Kiran screamed, “I’m the Miracle Doctor! Don’t you dare defile me!”

He does not believe in love. She does not believe in giving up. Debt. Empty stomach. A mattress on the floor. This was Elena Hart’s reality. A girl who had nothing but her education and an unshakeable belief in love. Then she met Dr. Adrian Cole. Brilliant. Cold. Untouchable. A man who stood in front of an entire class and declared that love did not exist. A man with locked doors and no photographs and eyes that saw everything but gave nothing back. He offered her a contract. One year as his wife. In exchange for everything she desperately needed. She said no. Then she said yes. She married a man who cannot feel. He married a woman who feels everything. And somewhere between the silence and the rules and the things neither of them will say out loud… Something is beginning to shift. What broke him? And can she survive finding out?

Married for five years, I'm known as the woman with the perfect husband. Alexander Foster is tall, strong, endlessly passionate, and people love to joke that we can't keep our hands off each other. Then he goes on a mission one day and never returns. I fall apart. I try to end my life six times, and six times someone drags me back. On the night of the sixth attempt, I overhear my mother-in-law, Anna Greyson, whispering to the man everyone believes is Alexander's younger brother, Daniel Foster. "Alexander, how long are you going to keep hiding this? Mia has tried to kill herself six times because of you." Alexander's voice stays calm. "Mom, before Daniel died, he asked me to take care of Lily. She's fragile, and now she's pregnant with my child. If she learns the truth, she won't survive it." And that's when the truth hits me. My husband isn't dead at all. He's been pretending to be his own younger brother and plans to have a child with Lily Harper under that lie. After crying until I can barely stand, I contact Margaret Warren at the matchmaking agency. "About that blind date you mentioned. I'll take it. And I want the wedding as soon as possible."

Ever since I lost my Alpha, Kael, in a brutal fight with some nasty rogues, I've been raising our young son, Finn, all by myself. My old pack has been pushing me to take a new Alpha, you know, so Finn and I would have protection. But I truly believed my Mate Bond with Kael was unbreakable. Then, on the Blood Moon ceremony, the fifth anniversary of Kael's “sacrifice,” I overheard Kael's father, old Alpha Marcus, tearing into Kael's quiet twin brother, Ronan: “Kael! You damn wolf! It was Ronan who went down on Blood Moon Cliff five years ago! He was the cursed one! You faked your death, lived as Ronan, all to protect Alina? You lied to the whole pack, to your sacred mate, and your own flesh and blood! Was it worth it?!” “For five years, Elara has raised Finn from a tiny pup all alone. You gave your so-called 'niece' a fake 'father,' but did you ever think? The day you put on Ronan's mask, Finn lost his real father for good!” I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. After Kael “died,” Ronan had been the dutiful uncle, “looking after” Finn and me. I never dreamed he was Kael in disguise. And he did all this just to protect Alina, Ronan's destined mate, who was already pregnant?! That night, under the bright moon, I snuck away and sent a message to my cousin, the Head Beta of the Silver-Moon Pack: “Tell your Alpha Lucian that I, Elara, accept his courtship offer.”

"What will you say to me to get the obstruction off you?" His cold voice said to me in the dark. "Please, stranger, get me stripped with your teeth." I heard myself saying. That was what he wanted to hear, his hand found my panties, and I felt his fingers crawling into my pussy. He grabbed me there, and I cried in pleasure. ...... What led to this? Making out with a man I've never met before in my life in a club? A heartbreak. One thing got me away from my reasoning and left me as I am. It got me ruined, and my bitchy self took control over me, just to get over my ex. The man I was with, Kennedy, fuck his last name, was just the right person to get me out like I wanted. His gaze.... desire inside me. His hands.... fire on me. ....... Jane wanted to get over her ex-boyfriend for cheating on her, so she went to the club to get wasted, and she spent a night with a stranger. The stranger's face and perfection began to haunt her dreams and day. What confused her most was that she didn't know whether she did anything with the stranger apart from touching and grinding. How should she react whenever she sees the stranger whose mere look at her, dominates her thinking? What will she do when she has to see him almost every day of her life when he is the new HR manager in the company where she works? Has he forgotten about her as much as she forgot his face? Let's see.....

Eudora Dawson has always lived in the shadow of her sister, Camellia, unseen, misunderstood, and never truly accepted in her own home. When Camellia is left paralyzed after a sudden car accident, Eudora becomes the one everyone blames. No one listened to her. Not her family. Not even Desmond Nelson, the man her sister is engaged to and the boy she once saved as a child. After Camellia’s sudden disappearance, Desmond forces Eudora into a marriage that is not built on love, but punishment. To him, she is the reason everything fell apart. To her family, she is a burden they are willing to sacrifice. And in a house where she has never truly belonged, Eudora learned to survive by enduring in silence. But silence cannot protect her forever. On the anniversary of Camellia’s disappearance, one night changes everything between Eudora and Desmond but when Camellia suddenly returns alive, Eudora is pushed out of Desmond’s life without hesitation, handed divorce papers, and forced to leave the only place she has ever known. Pregnant, alone, and with nowhere to turn, she disappears without a trace. Five years later, Eudora returns as someone unrecognisable. No longer the girl they once blamed, she is now a high profile painter with a life built far away from the ruins of her past. But the past is not finished with her. Because Desmond is searching for her. And the truth about that accident is beginning to surface.

Hell is empty. All the devils are here.Where there was once darkness, there is now light. But what does it reveal?Trapped for decades.A beguiling creature with a black past. Hate, devouring everything, for those who were blinded in their hubris for what is to come.A new age in which nothing is as it seemed in those past days.Freedom within reach - but what is the price?When patient M escapes, those who know tremble because his revenge threatens to sink the world into the red of blood. A woman tries to stand in his way and coax him to reveal the secret that could open a new chapter in human history. Without suspecting that she can pull each individual into the bottomless abyss. The borders are blurring - who is the hunter here, who is the hunted?

Juliana Devereux only wanted revenge. Three years ago, her twin brother died in a storm of gunfire, and the last thing she saw was a man standing over his body with a gun in his hand. “Edris Veltri.” The powerful billionaire CEO of Noctis Holdings. The man she swore she would destroy. So Juliana did what nobody expected. She got close to him, close enough to earn his trust and become his wife. But on their wedding night, instead of surrendering to her new husband, Juliana buried a knife in his chest. The problem? Edris doesn't react like a guilty man. The more time Juliana spends with him, the harder it becomes to reconcile the ruthless killer she has imagined for years with the man standing before her. A man who seems determined to protect her, even when she gives him every reason not to. Juliana came for revenge. She never expected desire, temptation, and dangerous feelings to get in the way. But when buried secrets begin to surface and old wounds refuse to stay buried, Juliana is forced to question everything she thought she knew. Including the man she married. "I married you to ruin you." Edris's gaze never left hers. "Then why do you look like you're the one falling apart?" This is a dark billionaire romance filled with revenge, betrayal, obsession, buried secrets, and a love that was never supposed to happen. Will Juliana get the revenge she has spent years chasing? Or will she lose her heart to the man she swore to hate?

Have you ever had the same dream so often that it starts to blur into reality? The same man. The same scent. The same fire, except every night, it’s a different position, a different fantasy… and by morning, it all slips away. That has been my life for weeks, until everything changed. Just when I thought I could finally get over the stranger in my dreams, I convinced myself that my new boss might be the distraction I needed. A way out of my sex-starved world of fantasies. Then he walked in. Hotter than my imagination ever allowed. Sharper. Darker. Dangerous. And with one look, I knew. It was him. The man who owned my nights. But who was he? And why was he suddenly here in my reality? “I own this place,” he growled, his deep voice making my knees weak as his grip tightened around my wrist. “I own this motherfucker you call a boss… and I own you too.” His black eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable. “So you better start walking before I take you right here and now.” He meant every word. He dragged me out with him, and everything I thought I knew cracked open. Was this the beginning of my love story with the man they called the Mafia Boss? Were my dreams finally becoming real? But with constant gunshots, threats, and attempted abductions… I’m starting to realize this might not be the fairytale I imagined. And my life may never go back to normal. Not ever again. But I don’t seem to mind anymore.

To help my husband, Henry Carter, pay off a million-dollar debt, I clean windows and scrub toilets in an office building on Valentine's Day just for the triple pay. After I'm done with the windows, I am about to transfer the last 50 thousand dollars of the debt when a post suddenly pops up on my phone. The title of the post is, "What is something you see in real life that makes you feel sorry for someone, even if they are your enemy?" One of the top comments says, "The person I hate the most is my boyfriend's wife. My boyfriend pretends to be poor to spend money on me and cheats his wife out of over a million. That woman works day and night at a cleaning company just to make money for me! "This has gone on for eight years. That woman has been scrubbing toilets for eight years! Even if she is my enemy, I feel sorry for her." I freeze, and my fingers tremble uncontrollably. No way. It has to be a coincidence. I stare at those words, stunned and unable to recover from the shock. Then, a new comment appears, "Now, my boyfriend plans to fake an illness by telling his wife that he has cancer. He's going to trick her into giving him money to buy me a car." At that exact moment, Henry sends me a message. The instant I open it, I feel my heart skip a beat. It reads, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm sick—I have cancer. The doctor says we need to prepare 80 thousand dollars for treatment. I hate myself for this. Why am I even alive? I'm just dragging you down with me." The words "late-stage liver cancer" in the attached diagnosis report are painful to look at. I think in dismay, "Henry, you do not need to pretend to be sick. You are indeed in the late stage of cancer."