The Walking Dead Novels Novels & Stories

When a deadly virus devastates the world, Dr. Julian Vance, an immune virologist, and General Ethan Cole, a powerful survivor with extraordinary abilities, join forces to fight for humanity’s survival. As they work to find a cure and protect the remnants of society, an unexpected bond blossoms between them. When Ethan is gravely injured, Julian discovers his hidden power of healing, saving the man he loves. Together, they face relentless dangers, fight for a cure, and prove that even in the darkest times, love and unity can prevail.

My fiancé dumped me the moment he found out about my rare blood type. "That condition of yours? Yeah, it'd just drain my wallet." I was spiraling when Vincent showed up—like some knight in shining armor, pulling me out of the wreckage. He didn't care about my blood type. We barely dated before he proposed, and for a while, married life felt perfect. Until a year later, when I overheard him talking to a doctor. "Vincent, you already took 400 milliliters of Sophia's blood last month, and now you want another 200? Are you insane? Even if you love Emma, you can't just drain an innocent woman dry for her!" "A little more won't kill her. Stop overreacting." My head spun. My whole body went cold. That's when it hit me—our perfect marriage had been a lie from the start.

Ariel and I married into the Jahn family—and got knocked up around the same time. I landed Edmond, the older brother and a hotshot forensic pathologist. She got Philip, the cop. At six months pregnant, I started bleeding. Instead of rushing me to the ER, Edmond dragged me into an OR. "Keyla was in a car crash. Messed up her leg. Whatever this is, deal with it later. Help her first." Ariel tried yanking me out, but Philip was already outside, blocking the door. "Keyla's the patient. If you've got an ounce of medical ethics, you'll save her." We were trapped. So, we did the surgery. Then Keyla had someone cut us open and dump our bodies in the woods. We died hating them all. Edmond and Philip didn't figure it out till they dug us up—too little, way too late.

The night before her wedding, Mira Castellan discovered the truth hiding behind the man she loved. There was never one fiancé. There were two. Damon and Killian Wrexley, identical twins, had shared her bed, her trust, and her heart in turns, swapping places so seamlessly she never noticed the difference. Her father died protecting their family's darkest secret, and marrying her was never love. It was a cage built to keep her quiet, and keep her close. Betrayed at the altar and left with nothing but the wreckage of a lie she never saw coming, Mira vanished that same night. The Wrexleys buried an empty casket and called it grief. Three years later, she's back. Not as Mira. As Wren Calloway, untouchable, ruthless, and carrying secrets of her own that neither brother is ready for. She's no longer the woman who knelt on the floor begging for the truth. She built an empire in the dark, and now she's brought it home. Damon doesn't recognize the woman dismantling his company piece by piece. Killian can't stop staring at someone who looks exactly like the ghost that's haunted him for three years. And somewhere between revenge and the truth neither twin is prepared to face, Mira will discover that the secret her father died for, and the twins she's sworn to destroy, are tangled together in ways that could undo everything she's planned. The dead bride is back. And this time, she's the one writing the ending

After five years of harboring an unrequited love for Lara Lawson, I am physically and emotionally exhausted. So, I marry my childhood friend, Celine Young, instead. To the outside world, Celine and I are the perfect couple. We share a wonderful life together and eventually welcome an adorable baby boy. I regard her as someone who has been by my side my entire life. But one day, I turn on her phone and discover two unsent messages. "If you want, I can divorce him immediately." "You're the only man I'll ever love." As it turns out, what I thought was my salvation is nothing but a cruel joke. I am nothing but a convenient stand-in. And to make matters worse, even my own flesh and blood is on her side. Heartbroken, I cut off contact and walk out of their lives without a trace of hesitation. After I leave them, they begin to panic. "Can you please stay, honey?" "Please don't go, Dad."

My mother-in-law suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and was rushed into the ICU. The hospital demanded a $200,000 surgery deposit immediately, so I rushed to the bank to raise my transfer limit. The trainee teller behind the counter took my ID card, swiped it through the reader, then stared at her screen for a long time. "Hello, ma'am. Our system has flagged this transaction as suspicious and potentially linked to elder fraud. Your account has been frozen." "That's impossible! That money is for emergency surgery! My mother is still waiting at the hospital!" The trainee gave me a perfectly rehearsed customer-service smile. "For the safety of your funds, we'll need the account holder to appear in person to unlock the account." I slammed my ID against the bulletproof glass and pointed at the name on it. "Open your eyes and read carefully! I am the account holder! Who else are you waiting for?" The trainee shrank back slightly, looking utterly wronged, then spoke into the microphone in a meek voice. "Ma'am, please control your behavior. The system's risk controls are determined by big data. There's nothing I can do. "If you continue shouting and disrupting financial order, I will have to call the police." Oh, I see. She wanted to play power games using company policy as a weapon? Fine. I was more than willing to play along.

At the wedding I've spent months planning, my usually stoic fiancé, Anthony Scott, is about to run off with his assistant, Erica Jones. To top it all off, she is wearing a wedding gown. Out of nowhere, his younger brother, Christopher Scott, grabs my hand and plans to pull me straight to City Hall. He disregards my panicking eyes. "Let's get married," he says, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Then, the stage decorations suddenly collapse, revealing a room full of guests mocking and laughing at me. The two men who once swore to love me forever do all just to make Erica smile. The three of them clink glasses and drink a love toast on stage, completely lost in their own moment. "The wedding you planned was way too outdated. You should thank Erica for turning it into a bachelorette party!" "The real wedding will be this Sunday. Isn't Erica's idea amazing?" Anthony and Christopher were confident that I wouldn't dare leave them. But I quietly pick up my phone and type a message. "Let's set the wedding date for this Sunday, Levi."

Blurb. Six years ago, Kyla Park had it all, a loving husband, a hopeful pregnancy, and a future full of dreams. But in one night, everything shattered. Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, her husband Jake Donovan and her sister Amina. Kyla was left for dead and erased from her own life. Now, reborn from the ashes of betrayal and pain, Kyla returns to New York City with two beautiful children and a steely resolve. No longer the naive woman she once was, she's determined to make Jake and Amina pay for their sins. But revenge isn’t as simple as it seems, especially when old feelings resurface, secrets unravel, and her past collides violently with the present.

She loved a billionaire. He buried her. Now she’s back in the body of his sister… and she’s out for blood. Savanna Hayes was just a struggling orphan trying to survive in a world built for the rich. Loving Kael Wolfe, the heir to a billion-dollar empire, was her only escape, until she found him in bed with her best friend. Until he pushed her. Until the river swallowed her whole. But death wasn’t the end. Reborn as Gabriella Wolfe, Kael’s sister and the wife of a cold, calculating political heir, Savanna has 120 days to expose the truth, destroy the man who murdered her, and burn the Wolfe dynasty from the inside out. But nothing is as it seems. Kael is drawn to her like a moth to flame. Anderson, the husband she never asked for, may become the only one who truly sees her. And buried beneath the lies are children with bloodlines darker than anyone imagined. She was once powerless. Now, she wears the face of a Wolfe. And she’s ready to hunt.

Seven years ago, Sabrina died. At least, that's what everyone believed. After a devastating accident, the Pack buried the woman who was fated to their future Alpha. Only Sabrina knew the truth. She had faked her death to escape a fate worse than dying, leaving behind the only man she had ever loved. Now she's a struggling waitress in the human world, raising her six-year-old son in secret. Everything changes the night the most feared Alpha walks into her restaurant. Zenith. The man who believes she betrayed him. The man who never attended her funeral. The man who now drags her back to the Pack to answer for her crimes. To him, she is nothing more than the mate who cheated, lied, and abandoned him. To her, every lie she told was meant to protect him. Forced to live beneath the same roof as Zenith and his politically chosen wife, Sabrina must survive a world determined to humiliate her while keeping one life-changing secret hidden at all costs. Because if the truth comes out... It won't just destroy everything Zenith believes about the past. It could awaken a legacy the werewolf world has spent centuries hunting. In a world where love became betrayal, trust became a weapon, and destiny refuses to stay buried... some mates never truly let go.