Riley Emma Death Novels & Stories

"Like I would ever be mates with the likes of you!" he sneered, his lip twisting as he looked her over, his eyes filled with pure disgust. Elise had never felt such pain as she did in that moment. Her body had always been considered an embarrassment, the one thing preventing her from fitting in at her pack, but she never expected her mate to reject her for that. She'd always thought her mate would love her for who she was but now she realized with dawning clarity that she had been foolishly naive and that the fairytale she'd always dreamed of was childish nonsense. She would never find the love she'd been dreaming of. But when a handsome Alpha visits her pack, his burning gaze almost scorches her, and the look on his face is one of burning desire that brings her to her knees. She's like ice to his flame, the other half of his soul, and he's not afraid to bring down anybody foolish enough to touch her. Elise finds love in the arms of an Alpha who touches her like she's irresistible, who has eyes only for her, and who loves her body the way it is. But will Blaze see the danger lurking in the shadows and the manipulation behind the scenes and save Elise before it's too late?

Raven was never meant to look at the Alpha, let alone crave him. He’s engaged, he’s forbidden, and he’s her sister’s future. But Raven is tired of being the servant and being treated like a puppet. She’s reclaiming her power through bloodshed, and she’s starting her reign of terror by taking the one man who was forbidden to her. In the end, she'll spare no one, and in the process she'll find the one thing she's been looking for all along-her mate who's been right in front of her.

Three years after my death, my wife’s first love was hanging onto life by a thread, and only my system could save him. To force me to show up, she cut off my father’s medical payments. My sick mother was forced to beg her out in the summer heat until she collapsed. She even threw my beloved little sister into a bonfire to be eaten up by the flames. As she waited for me to show up, apologize to her, and use the system to save her first love, my sister finally stopped hiding the truth. “He died three years ago! Three years ago, he traded his life so you would survive that car crash!”

My husband, an Army regimental commander, was killed in action. Before his body was even cold, I didn't hesitate. I filed for his death certificate and notified the Army, the Social Security Administration, and our bank. Then, three days later—on the very day his twin brother married his childhood sweetheart—I moved out, changed the locks, and remarried quietly at the courthouse, taking my son and the full line-of-duty death benefits with me. To everyone else, I was heartless. Cold. I let them curse me. I just looked into my “brother-in-law's” bloodshot eyes and felt a quiet, cruel satisfaction. Only I knew the truth. In my last life, I discovered the body sent home wasn't my husband's at all—it was his identical twin brother's. I ran to confront him, but by chance I overheard him and my mother-in-law whispering. "Mom, Sarah is strong. And we have our son. She'll be okay. The benefits will take care of her. But Amy has waited for my brother all these years. If she finds out he's dead, she might do something drastic." Their words struck me like lightning. I tried to expose them, but my husband knocked me out. He told everyone grief had driven me insane. He locked me in the garage apartment and, with cold detachment, married his sweetheart. And when that woman complained my son was too loud, my husband slipped sleeping pills into our boy's juice—right as my crying child was coming to look for me. My son never woke up. The day they buried him hastily, I ended my life in the garage, utterly broken. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day they delivered my brother-in-law's body to our home.

After my eight-year-old twin sister was kidnapped, my dad became the person who wished for my death more than anyone else in the world. He would always say, "Zachary is an ungrateful brat! A good-for-nothing!" So, when the news of my disappearance reached the school, my dad leads everyone in cheers. He even spreads word of my misdeeds everywhere. "Zachary stole a poor student's tuition fees and even made a false police report accusing the teacher of hitting him!" "That's right! He even helped traffickers kidnap children—his own sister was almost sold by him! I hope he dies soon!" Five years later, my memories are extracted and projected onto a large display screen. And yet my dad, who hates me to the core and wishes for my death, falls to his knees and begs for my forgiveness the moment he learns of my death.

When Emma's peaceful life is disrupted by a stalker who is hell-bent on killing her, she finds herself thrust into a world of supernatural beings and ancient bloodlines. As she struggles to survive, she discovers that the only thing standing between her and certain death is a mysterious werewolf named Lucas. Lucas is a protector, a guardian of his pack and his people. But he's also a man with a dangerous secret, and Emma is about to become a part of that secret. As the stalker closes in, Emma must put her trust in Lucas and his pack to keep her safe. But as their relationship deepens, Emma realizes that there is more at stake than just her own survival. She is caught in a battle between ancient enemies, and only her unique abilities can help turn the tide of the war. In the end, Emma must decide if she is willing to risk everything to save the ones she loves.

My dad is a fan of tough love parenting. When I was a kid, there was a time when I obtained full marks on two subjects. But he told me, "Your grades don't mean anything in life. If you were a true man, you'd leap down five floors without batting an eyelash." Some time later, I was awarded for my act of bravery. But Dad scoffed in my face. "Not even a hair is harmed on your head. Why should you be awarded anyway?" I thought Dad wanted me to go through more training in life. On Christmas Eve, he ditched me on a snowy mountain under the guise of wanting me to go through more training. He didn't give me a tent or a lighter. Later on, Dad even brags about his parenting method to his relatives and friends. "A real man should survive and thrive in a desperate situation! I told Julian that he can forget about being my son if he can't even make his way back to the summit!" But the red dot on the GPS tracker installed in his phone hasn't moved for the past three hours. The truth is, I've already frozen to death in the mountains. Trapped in my fist is a crumpled, torn scrap of paper. Meanwhile, my soul is currently floating above the dining table while watching Dad brag about his tough love parenting.

When the college admission notice arrived, I suddenly developed a high fever and was bedridden. My sister encountered a kidnapping on her way to help me collect the notice, and her life was uncertain. My parents hated me deeply. After tearing up my admission notice, they forced me to give up my studies and work in a factory. Later, I experienced a kidnapping as well. After narrowly escaping, I hid in an abandoned factory and sent them a message for help. My dad called me and shouted at me without restraint, “Lena, are you even human? How could you play such a joke on us on Jessica's memorial day!” “Do you have any idea how much your mom and I wished it had been you who died back then?” In my last moments before death, their insults echoed in my ears. I was tortured and killed, turned into a monster, and my body was thrown into a stinking ditch for three full days. Even my father, the most experienced forensic expert, couldn’t recognize me. When my sister returned home with the guy she eloped with years ago, my dad had just restored my appearance through technology. They knelt before my decaying corpse and cried until they fainted.

Seven years after my death, an engagement invitation from my ex-girlfriend arrives at my house. Back then, I had broken up with her in my lowest, most desperate days and married someone else. Now, she has reinvented herself as a rising powerhouse worth hundreds of billions, driven by revenge and eager to see me regret everything and beg for mercy. Unfortunately for her, I am not the one who shows up. She looks around in open contempt, convinced my absence means guilt, shame, and fear. When I finally appear, all she sees is an urn.

When Riley's homophobic mother finds her with a girl, she sends Riley to New Orleans to live with her father. When she comes in contact with the grey eyed Aiden, her father's friend, she can't deny there's a spark between the two of them. She dislikes him cause he is always controlling. And he's extremely attractive, something Riley finds annoying. But meeting Miles for the first time, Riley can't help but feel the spark between Miles and her. Despite their differences. But what happens when Riley finds out the men who stole her heart are something she least expected? Something she never thought existed.