Spell Guilt Novels & Stories

Mia D’Lorne thought heartbreak would kill her but getting hit by a car did the job faster. One second she’s running from the sound of her boyfriend and sister fornicating, the next she’s standing in front of an abandoned bus station in what looks like purgatory. The bus that picks her up looks like a prop in a horror movie and she’s introduced to the world of the Soul Recycle Program. To exist, she has to compete in a twisted afterlife show where the dead fight their way through nightmare worlds for the amusement of unknown and unseen spectators. The rules are simple. Survive or disappear for good. Mia is joined by two strangers who are just as broken as she is. Axel Rivers, who has been dead for almost a century, and Bree DeBois, a control freak paramedic with more guilt than she can carry. Together they try to survive the challenges of the game. As the trio do their best to keep from being erased, they begin to realize the Game is more personal than they imagined.

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

BLURB Layla Thompson was once a confident, slender girl with a bright future and a loving boyfriend. After a near-fatal illness left her with a fuller, plus-size body, her world began to crumble. Rejected and shamed by the man she thought loved her, Layla finds herself lost in the night—until a devastatingly handsome older man enters her life. One impulsive, passionate night with a mysterious stranger awakens desires she never knew she possessed. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The stranger is none other than Mateo Reyes—her new CEO, her ex-boyfriend's father and her soon-to-be stepfather. The stranger that makes her leg shake is about to become her stepfather, the boy who told her she was not worth looking at is about to become her stepbrother. Layla realized that the man who truly sees her beauty may be the one she can never openly claim. Now, Layla must navigate forbidden attraction, intense guilt, and overwhelming /ust.

Spin-Off of I AM THE LUNA (The Power of Three Series) One misjudgment, one fateful choice, and I made the greatest mistake of my life. Left with guilt that will never fade. In this world, there's a rule: if you do something, then do it so thoroughly that there is no trace left. But I couldn’t. Instead, I did what I thought was necessary so I could sleep at night. Now, I’ve broken a code that might just be the very thing that destroys me. My name is Zion King, and I am the Alpha who represents the supernatural world. ~ He gave me everything, and I worshipped the very ground beneath his feet. Until I realised he was the reason I was left with nothing. Worse, he’s one of them. They say revenge is best served cold, and I’ll make sure it’s so cold that it will shatter his entire world and bring him to his knees before me. My name is Milena La Croix, and I am one of the Arkan Elite.

Rejected. Alone. Guilty. Drax Freling is the rightful alpha of the Lunar dusk pack. His father who was the former Alpha of the pack, died. Leaving the pack to the leadership of his younger brother, Damian. Drax is supposed to be proclaimed Alpha when he turns 20. But the elders of the pack thinks that might be a bad idea, because Drax's Wolf has a history of being too wild and uncontrollable. Their insecurity is confirmed when Drax's Wolf springs out while having sex with his mate and murders nearly half of his family including his mate. When he shifted back to his human form, he realized the tragedy he had caused. His family members where killed because of him. Or so he thought. The guilt and trauma of the tragedy causes Drax to flee to a new city where he starts a new life away from his pack. While in the city, he coincidentally discovers the truth about his past. He was set-up. Will he return to take revenge on his contenders?

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

Detective Jack Malone stumbles into a nightmare when he raids an illegal biotech lab—only to find a silver-eyed woman, Subject 42, caged like an animal. Her name is Vesper, her memories fragmented by drugs, her calm demeanor unsettling. As Jack rescues her, he uncovers a web of corruption that reaches his own police force. A sudden tornado forces them into an underground shelter, where Vesper’s body betrays her: injected with experimental serum, she burns with unnatural heat, and Jack’s ethics shatter in the dark. But salvation twists into betrayal. Jack discovers Vesper is no victim—she’s the architect of the experiments, and he’s her chosen pawn. When she turns the tables, torturing him with his own guilt and the wreckage of his personal life, Jack must confront a harrowing truth: some monsters are made, not born. Their deadly dance culminates in a choice—vengeance or redemption—that will redefine justice, love, and the thin line between humanity and monstrosity. *Patient 42* is a dark, pulse-pounding thriller where desire and deception collide, and the most dangerous experiment is the human heart.

On the eve of his 26th birthday, Luca Virelli, heir to a multi billion dollar empire is set to announce his engagement to a woman he barely knows. It’s a merger of dynasties, a flawless public image, and a life scripted to perfection. There's only one problem: Luca is gay, and no one knows, least of all his ruthless, image obsessed father. Drowning in guilt, silence, and a future he never chose, Luca does the unthinkable: he gets drunk, kisses a stranger in a crowded club, and spends one unforgettable night in a hotel room with him. No names. No faces. No future. Just escape. But fate has other plans. The next day, as Luca meets his fiancée at their engagement party, that same stranger appears, standing calmly at her side. He’s her brother. Asher Hartwell. And he’s supposed to be straight. As worlds collide, desire smolders in the shadows. But love this dangerous can’t stay secret for long. When lies unravel and the cost of freedom means losing everything, family, power, legacy, Luca and Asher must decide: is the wrong kind of love worth everything it will destroy?

Five years ago, Elara Vance poured her heart into letters for a boy she had never met letters that kept him alive during his darkest days. But when her closest friend stole her identity, Elara never corrected the lie. That friend, Selene Ward, died of a terminal illness, leaving behind a legacy Elara could never claim. Now married to Mason Lorne the man who once loved her words but believes they belonged to Selene, Elara lives under the shadow of a ghost. Mason’s heart still belongs to the dead, and every act of kindness Elara shows is twisted into proof of her supposed jealousy. When an unexpected encounter with Selene’s grandmother reignites old wounds, Mason’s accusations grow crueler. Pressured by both families for an heir, trapped in a loveless marriage, and silenced by the weight of her own guilt, Elara makes a choice to disappear. But in her absence, she leaves behind the truth. And when Mason finally sees it, regret will be his only companion

At my engagement party, my cousin drugged herself and tearfully begged me to lend her my fiance for one night, so I sent the Eastons' youngest son, who had always had a thing for her, on her way. When Erin woke up and realized it wasn't my fiance, she killed herself out of shame and despair. My fiance didn't blame me; he treated me as he always had. Ridden with guilt, I took care of Erin's mother after her death. But on my wedding day, my groom turned husband had me drugged and threw me to beggars. "Erin suffered like this back then," he said coldly. "You can atone for her pain with that filthy body of yours." And so, on my wedding night, I was violated to death—with a baby in my belly. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to that night when Erin tearfully begged me to give my fiance to her.