Synonym Dying

Tammie Daniels never imagined her life would come to this: marrying a man she barely knows to save her family's business. Raised in a world where independence was her most prized possession, Tammie now looks down on the impossible an arranged marriage to billionaire Collins Blackwood, a man with a reputation as cold as his fortune is vast. Since he was young, Collins hasn't been about anything but building his empire. Love and marriage never came, and quite frankly, he never thought they would, until a promise made to his dying father forces his hand. He has to marry Tammie to secure a deal that will expand his empire. Neither of them anticipated anything more than a business agreement, and Tammie and Collins couldn't be further apart. Lives are shared, and the fire sparks fly: less expectedly, feelings grow, and the boundaries between business and pleasure blur. In a world where one can hardly trust anyone and love is a crapshoot, can two people bound by duty and honor find something real, or was this truly a contract with no heart?

Gabrielle Foster, a thirty-five-year-old working class, and well-renowned lawyer. The gorgeous lady gets dumped at the altar by her fiancee and right in front of her eloped with another younger woman on her wedding day. With the incident of her wedding crisis, the news disseminated the entire city leaving poor Gabby shattered as she fought to stay strong. Running into the famous, Cole Manchester a twenty-five-year-old former football player and the owner of one of the biggest football clubs in the world. Cole offered her a mouth-watering deal, with such a deep scar in her heart Gabby couldn't wait to assert her revenge on her fiancee who had left her at the altar to be with another woman but on the verge of seeking revenge, the two ends up falling in love. However, just when it seemed like happiness is finally coming into Gabrielle's life, eventually, she discovered a sad and heartbreaking reality about Cole's reason for accepting a deal with her. The fact that he is dying from an ailment and he only had little time to live. How far is Gabrielle willing to go to save the love of her life?

On the day before the marking ceremony, my Alpha mate, Zev Briarwood, is wounded in a battle and loses his memory. He forgets everything… including me. To help him restore his memories and Alpha pride, I go all out. I seek out an evil witch to trade my precious heartblood and fangs for her magic, nearly dying in the process. I sketch jewelry designs day and night, selling them just to earn money and to find every possible memory cure. When I drag my battered body to visit Zev at the clinic, I overhear him laughing with his buddies. "Your acting's next level, Zev! Kira still hasn't figured out you're faking it, and you've delayed the marking ceremony!" A buddy snickers. Zev gulps his wine and grins. "I'm definitely winning the bet that I'd sleep with 100 women at parties. Once I've had my fun, I'll go back to her for my mate duties and complete that marking ceremony."

Rejection means death for the low-ranking werewolf like Diana. After she learns that her mate is the alpha of the Crescent Pack, she foolishly believes in love and fate—only to be smacked by the cruel truth that everything is schemed by her beloved best friend. In the throes of Diana's dying breath, she pleads for a second chance to take back what has been stolen and to fix what has been broken. One chance, one more chance. The next thing she knew, Diana is back to the time when everything is yet to begin. Now given a second chance, Diana sets off for her bloody revenge. To do that, Diana seeks the aid of the Blood Alpha—Alpha Dylan Cain of the Blood Claws Pack, the largest and most influential pack led by a ruthless alpha. The cunning omega meets the ruthless alpha. Who will dominate who? Will Alpha Cain's peculiar bond be able to pull the vengeful luna? Will Diana be able to believe in fate and love again the second time around? Will Diana be able to fix what is broken and take back what is stolen from her?

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

My wife’s childhood friend, Peter White, needed surgery. He requested that I perform the operation as the lead surgeon. I followed every medical protocol exactly and did my best to save him. However, after being discharged, he accused me of practicing medicine illegally. He claimed I had made him permanently disabled. I asked my wife to back me up. But instead, she said to me, “I told you not to act recklessly, but you wouldn’t listen. Now look at what has happened!” The hospital security footage even showed that I did not follow the standard surgical procedure. I had no way to defend myself. In the end, I was stabbed to death by Peter’s wife, Janet White, who had been financially supporting him. Even during my dying moments, I could not understand why the surveillance showed that I was not following the medical protocol! When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Peter came in for his initial examination.

After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

"I don't fix broken hearts, Lucas. I only fix organs. And you don't seem to have either." Six years ago, Aria Vale was rejected, humiliated, and left to die in the snow while pregnant. She woke up to a death certificate for her son and a heart turned to ice. Today, she is The Viper, the most feared surgeon in the underworld. Aria’s plan for revenge is simple: make her old pack crawl. But everything changes when Dante Rinaldi, the ruthless Lycan King, and capo of the obsidian syndicate, kidnaps her to his island fortress to save his dying heir. Aria doesn't care about the monster’s child. She has no interest in playing mother, but when Dante offers her a deal she can’t refuse, she finally sees her chance to strike. Now she must cover the Syndicate's secrets, outwit a King who claims her as his own, and survive a pack that is now hunting her down for reasons she doesn't yet understand.

Adrielle Holt has everything: beauty, brilliance, and a love she believes is worth bleeding for. When her husband needs a transplant, she chooses him – over her dying father. But love doesn’t save her. He cheats. He steals her legacy. Then tosses her aside like a dirty secret. Shattered, she stumbles into a world she was never meant to enter – and meets him. A man made of sin, who dominates her body, feeds her rage, and teaches her how to destroy men with a smile. Now, she’s back with a new name – obscenely richer, achingly beautiful, sharper, untouchable. She’s seducing boardrooms, wrecking careers, burning through billionaires, and slipping between silk sheets and champagne lies. No one knows who she used to be. She’s not after justice. She’s out for obliteration. And by the time she’s done, Adrielle won’t just ruin the man who betrayed her – She’ll make him beg to worship the wreckage.

In my previous life, I was eight months pregnant when my mother-in-law and husband forcibly dragged me to grab decorative gift boxes from the Christmas tree. I told them there was nothing inside, but my mother-in-law slapped me across the face while my husband pulled me into the crowd. A stampede broke out. They clutched their gift boxes and fled to save themselves, while my child and I were trampled to death. They eagerly tore open all the gift boxes with high hopes, only to find exactly nothing, just like I'd warned them. But as I lay dying, I noticed something in the final gift box. A Black Widow spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly crawled onto my mother-in-law's hand. This spider carries deadly venom. Anyone bitten either dies or suffers permanent disability. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on Christmas Day. This time, watching my mother-in-law and husband gear up to fight over those Christmas gift boxes, I won't try to stop them!