Terminal Illness Countdown Novels & Stories

Anaïs Iluak has always dreamed of becoming a supermodel, but her father’s terminal illness and her impoverished upbringing leave her with no choice but to set those aspirations aside. Out of desperation, she accepts an extraordinarily lucrative surrogacy contract from an anonymous client. What Anaïs doesn’t know is that her client, Cael Moriane, is the enigmatic heir to the nation’s most powerful entertainment empire. As their worlds intertwine, a shocking truth about Anaïs’s true ancestry comes to light: she was born alongside Lilith Amaruq, the spoiled daughter of the wealthy family she was meant to belong to. As love, jealousy, betrayal, and ambition collide, Anaïs must navigate the schemes of a jealous rival and uncover the secrets of her past while finding her rightful place in this new reality.

Evelyn Hayes has spent three years as a “invisible wife” to billionaire Arthur Garrison, living in a marriage that exists only on paper. When she is diagnosed with a terminal illness and told she only has months left, she offers him one final deal: one hundred days of his time in exchange for signing their divorce papers. Arthur agrees, eager to finally be free, completely unaware that he is counting down the days to her death. But as they spend time together, Arthur begins to see Evelyn differently, and the freedom he once wanted no longer feels important. With Evelyn quietly slipping away and time running out, Arthur is forced to face a choice he never expected to make. When the hundred days end, will he still want his freedom—or will it already be too late to save her?

Anise Buccaneer had just submitted her resignation letter when her mother called. “Hey Anise, how’s your resignation going?” “I submitted my resignation form and will be coming home in a month.” “That's good, that's good.” Her mother sounded delighted, “Me and all the old ladies in town have found you a few decent suitors as blind dates when you come back. Let’s hope you can get married by the end of the year.” Then, she advised affectively, “Try not to linger on that man from the Renaults. He’s not like the rest of us common folks, he’s from another social class entirely.”

Anna couldn't bear to see her husband, Landen, marry her best friend, all because she couldn't produce an heir. Three months after their painful divorce, Anna discovers she is pregnant—but her joy is overshadowed by a terminal illness threatening both her life and the baby's. Two years later, Landen is drawn to a foreign city, driven by a haunting sense of loss. There, he finds Anna with another man and a young son. Deep down, Landen feels the child is his, but his new wife is determined to secure her own son's position as the next Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. Can Anna protect her son from the woman who has taken everything from her? And will she risk revealing the child's true parentage, knowing it could endanger the precious life she fought so hard to bring into the world?

To save the man she truly loved, the princess locked me in our room and cut out my heart's blood. The last time she drew blood from me, I finally reached the end of my strength and died. But without a shred of pity, she drove the knife into my chest again. "Alec, just bear it a little longer. Stephen's illness came on so suddenly. I need you to give one more bit of your heart's blood." She thought I would struggle in pain. Instead, I lay motionless on the bed and let her take what she wanted. She finally froze, then softened her voice and said, "I'm glad you've come to your senses. I'll make it up to you some other day." But she didn't know there would be no other day. Because I was already dead. What lay before her now was nothing more than a ghost without pain or feeling. In seven more days, I would disappear completely.

3 years ago, the Southern witch sealed the mate bond between Dylan and me with her spell. She said that if we still truly loved each other after 3 years, the bond would remain. Otherwise, it would be broken. During these years, I helped him become the Alpha of our pack as his Luna. But in his heart, there was someone else, his childhood sweetheart, Eleanor. When Eleanor found out that we had started our mate bond, she chose to leave with another werewolf. Dylan was drunk and cried out her name in my arms. His wolf claws scratched me. At that moment, my arm was bleeding, so was my heart. But I believed that he would gradually fall in love with me as time went on. I thought 3 years would be quite enough for that. When the 3 years are almost up, Eleanor returned. Dylan dropped an important meeting to meet with her. We lost $2 billion because of that. Dylan started being by her side every day, just like before. I used to be so afraid that when the time came, we wouldn’t be in love, and that I might lose Dylan. 7 days later, our mate bond would be gone. This time, I didn’t care anymore. It was just a countdown for me to become the Alpha Queen of my own pack.

The plane touched down in Tripoli at dusk. Behind me, the sky was on fire. I pulled out my phone and typed a message to my husband, Don Vito Hart. [I'm here. I came to bring you home.] No reply. I called his underboss, Enzo Stark. His voice was hesitant. "You… you really went to Libya?" An explosion rattled the terminal windows. My heart slammed against my ribs. "Which district is he in?" A long pause. Then, quieter: "He never left the country." His voice dropped to barely a whisper. "The business trip… it was a lie." The line went dead. A photo appeared on my screen. Time-stamped today. Vito was smiling. Bright, but something behind his eyes looked tired. His arm was wrapped around a woman. They were blowing out candles on a birthday cake. I recognized her instantly. Rosa Quinn. The woman he'd knelt and sworn on his mother's grave never to see again. Three years ago. I still had the scar on my own palm where I'd made him swear. Vito had forgotten. Today was my birthday too. My phone buzzed again. "Sera, the truth is—the Don never ended things with Rosa. We all knew. But you two seemed so happy… no one dared tell you." I read the message twice. Then I slipped the phone into my pocket. There was no need to pretend anymore.

My fiancé goes missing after a grand and lavish engagement party. He leaves nothing but a letter behind. It states that his childhood sweetheart has a terminal illness—her only wish is to see the aurora. On the day he returns to the country, I visit him, wanting to call off the engagement. Ivana Jennings stands beside Jacob Gardner and weeps. "I'm sorry for putting you two in a tough spot, Ariel. I'll leave now. I'll never disturb you anymore!" Jacob stops her and shields her behind him. He looks at me frostily. "I'll kill you if you dare do anything to Ivana!" I sneer. "I don't deal with just about anyone for two reasons. Firstly, I don't want to dirty my hands. Secondly, I don't want to deal with rabid dogs."

Jessica, a kind- hearted 25 year old drowning in poverty and personal trauma, never imagined she's end up married to one of the most feared billionaires in the city. Romeo Blackwood, a cold, ruthless CEO known for crushing rivals without mercy. When Romeo offers her a one year contract marriage to help him defeat his business rival and protect his empire, Jessica has no choice but to accept. The terms are clear: No love. No intimacy. Just appearance. Break the rules, and she'll face the consequences. But as the days pass, walls begin to crumble. Romeo, hiding a devastating secret- a terminal illness finds unexpected comfort in Jessica's warmth. And Jessica, still hauted by past trauma, begins to trust the man she once feared. What starts as a fake union slowly becomes something dangerously real.... but can love bloom under the weight of lies, secrets, and a ticking clock?

In the seventh year of my marriage to Simon Heath, I finally walk away from him after his 32nd mistress shows up at my door. I join a classified government program and disappear from his world. Now he's falling apart and calling me non-stop. "Lily, I was wrong. Please come back." In the past, a single word of apology from him would have been enough to make me stay. But not this time. This time, he's bound to be disappointed.