The Dead Romantics Novels & Stories

Three years ago, I broke up with my girlfriend—Audrey Hades—while she was on the verge of going bankrupt. Immediately after, I got engaged to her biggest rival, Clara Sterling. Later, she turns into a celebrated and adored rising star of the business world. She allows people around her to mock and label me as a gold-digger who leeches off rich women. But what she doesn't know is that I've been dead for three years.

Amelia Thompson just wanted to finish her last year in highschool in peace and move on to the next stage of her life but little did she know that she would come across the drop dead handsome Blake Andrews. It was love at first sight for the both of them but still, Amelia knew she couldn't afford to fall for a playboy like Blake. Despite all odds, Amelia knew that battling her feelings for Blake would be difficult but she was ready. Or was she?

My Alpha series book 3 (Standalone) "You tried to fucking kill your own mate! What the hell's wrong with you?" he growled harshly, but I refused to cower as I spoke coldly, masking my fear of him and refusing to let him know how terrified of him I really am. "You killed my brother, brother trumps mate" "Your brother had it coming" he snarled. "That's what you want to believe? Fine. I guess that means I have it coming now too. Go ahead, tear out my heart, it's already dead anyway" I said genuinely, meaning every word because death's rather merciful compared to what he's capable of doing to me as punishment for trying to kill him. There're things a lot worse and scarier than death, believe me I'd know because I've already lived them and I do not wish on experiencing them again especially by him, my mate. My heart's dead but he's the only one capable of bringing it back to life only to obliterate it into pieces. "Oh no, I spent a fortune buying you even though you're not worth a dime. You owe me a lot of money, mate. I'm going to make that dead, cold heart of yours mine and I'm going to enjoy the hell out of shattering it while you're still alive" he promised darkly as his hand tightened around my neck. I couldn't say anything back, I saw the hellfire he plans to burn me in through his eyes and there was nothing I could do or say to save myself from it, from him. "You're my slave now, you do everything I ask you to do without objections or face the consequences of disobeying. Start praying slave, you're going to need it especially if you don't tame that smart mouth of yours"

I went into labor at the same time as the woman next door. My husband took me to the hospital, but I delivered a stillborn child. Instead of comforting me, he lashed out, "Did you mess around while you were pregnant? Is that why you gave birth to such a monster?" I lost my baby, my name was dragged through the mud, and I was forced to divorce him and leave with nothing. One day, I happened to overhear my husband speaking to the neighbor: "Good thing we swapped your stillborn baby with May's healthy one. If your in‑laws had looked closely, they would have realized the dead baby was actually ours." That was when I finally understood the truth. They had been involved long before. He pushed me on purpose, causing premature labor, just so they could take my healthy baby and give me her dead one. When I confronted them, they held me down in the bathtub and drowned me. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I went into early labor. This time, I'll make sure she gives birth to that stillborn child. This time, I will expose them both for their affair and for what they did to me.

Isabella Vale built herself into a weapon. Beautiful. Ruthless. Untouchable. After the cruelest betrayal in her youth shattered her world and her father's empire toppled, she weaponized the one thing powerful men could never resist — herself. One false identity. One corrupt Italian conglomerate. Just one carefully orchestrated seduction that brought the mighty Valenti family to its knees. Now she's back in New York, richer, colder, and sharper than ever. The next target is Damien Thorne — billionaire, casino king, and the most dangerous man in the city. One night in his penthouse was supposed to be the beginning of his downfall. Instead, he looked her dead in the eyes and called her by her real name. He had known all along. Now Isabella is caught between a man who plays darker games than she does, a past she buried in Milan that refuses to stay dead, and a five-year-old daughter who keeps asking about a father Isabella has fought hard to forget. She conquered one empire through seduction and lies. But Damien Thorne isn't the Valentis — and this time, Isabella isn't sure who is hunting whom. When the hunter becomes the hunted, which one survives? BEWARE AS THE STORY MIGHT END WITH A CLIFFHANGER THAT SETS YOU ON FIRE. **This is Book 1 of the "Lustful Deception Series"**

" Don't stop!I want to hear you moan for me,scream whatever dirty words come to your mind, that's what I married you for, you are now my slut, your work is to pleasure me and watch me ruin your innocence." ===== Clara Davis was tricked into marrying the son of their business rival, just to honor their patriarch's promise, but on the wedding day a stranger appeared with the picture of a dead person. He forced her into marrying him, with the aim of making her his tool to get revenge on her family. But why will such a wealthy stranger choose to spend the rest of his life with a mentally ill woman? ,How did her family offend such a monster?. Unfortunately for her,she got answers to this question in the most cruel ways she could ever think of. She helplessly watched as he heartlessly stole her innocence and stripped her of every right to dream of a better future. ===== When she thought she has finally melt his frozen heart and couldn't wait to break the news of her pregnancy to him. He returned home one day with his first love. The lady everyone thought was dead suddenly showed up in the arms of her husband , to make matters worse, she was also carrying his child.

[Warning: Mature content] "You're not Irina anymore," he whispered, " You're Isabella... my dead sister." When twenty-one-year-old Irina Wilson wakes up in the mansion of Lorenzo De Luca, the ruthless Don of Naples. She's given two choices, go to prison for a murder she didn't commit, or pretend to be his dead sister Isabella. Blackmailed into living a lie, Irina is forced to step into Isabella's world, a world of luxury, danger, and secrets she dosen't understand. But everything changes the moment a little boy calls her Mama. Now trapped between a child who believes she's his mother and a man who dosen't only want her but her body too, Irina begins to question who she really is. When Isabella's husband returns demanding his wife back, the truth she's been running from unravels. What Irina dosen't know is that she is not pretending to be Isabella, she is Isabella. A woman who survived death, lost her memory and fell in love with the man who destroyed her life. As lies crumbles, heart collides and blood debt becomes due, only one truth remains, love can be born even in the hands of the man who killed you.

**Perfect Blind** *She pretended to be her blind twin. Then she watched her brother-in-law die. The killer tested her—held the bloody head five inches from her face. She didn't blink.* **But what he didn't know? She's not just pretending. She's hunting him too.** --- Jiang Yan has spent three months learning to be her blind twin sister: the walk, the voice, the empty stare. She breaks into Lin's apartment seeking a diary—evidence of a murder Yan committed ten years ago. Instead, she finds a body. A killer who knows sign language. And a "dead man" who won't stop breathing. Trapped in a locked room with two strangers and one lie, Yan must play the perfect blind woman while uncovering the truth: her sister isn't blind, her father isn't dead, and the murder she confessed to never happened. **In this family, everyone wears a mask. The only way out is to see through them all.** --- **Perfect for fans of:** - *The Silent Patient* (unreliable narrator) - *Gone Girl* (toxic sisterhood) - *Behind Her Eyes* (identity games) **Tags:** #PsychologicalThriller #TwistedFamily #BlindPOV #ShortRead #DarkSecrets --- **Word count:** 10,000 words | **Chapters:** 10 | **Reading time:** 45 minutes *Every chapter ends with a twist. The final page changes everything

Giovanni 'Spade' DeVille Just like his last name, he's the devil. Many fears him for he is ruthless and heartless. His heart is cold as stone. He fears no one but everybody fears him The mention of his name sends shivers through people's spine. He has no time for love, all he cares about are his business and his mafia. If you as much as cross him, you'd be dead before you get to the finish line. Like all made men his hands are stained with blood, he's no saint and he doesn't care. All that changes because of one meeting. A single meeting is all it takes to shake the very foundation of this ruthless man. Everything he believes and stands for are hanging by a thread. He begins to see things from a different perspective. And his heart which he thought was dead and long rotten, begins to beat. For one person and one person alone. Nathan Miller His to be brother in law. It's a forbidden territory for him but it's a territory he's willing to cross just to understand what it is he's feeling. It has never been heard of before Not in a million years but Giovanni would break that spell and do the impossible. Desire, lust and betrayal brews in the air in this mafia story. But love always conquers all But will the forbidden between this two conquer the underworld??

At Greg Jenson’s birthday party, an obituary suddenly created a huge ruckus in our school year’s group chat. “Oh my God, Luanne Lee is dead” “It’s got to be fake news. A bad thing never dies. How could a malicious woman like her die so easily? Back then, she literally took Greg...” Sitting at the head of the table, Greg twirled his phone in his hand, his eyes dark. “It's fake. I just got a call from her this morning. She said she was coming to my birthday party.” However, someone hesitantly held up their phone, showing the screen to the room. “If I'm not mistaken, this person really is Luanne. The memorial service is at the funeral home in the neighboring city. Should we go check it out?” On the screen was a photo of a funeral hall, and there I was, lying peacefully right in the center. Greg’s expression turned to panic. He bolted upright and headed straight for the exit, but the moment he opened the door, he froze dead in his tracks. The deceased ‘me’ was standing right at the doorway. Looking into those deeply familiar eyes, I smiled and said, “Greg, it’s been ten years. I'm here to wish you a happy birthday.”