Titan Wing Whispering Death

My husband, Chandler Rotterdam worked as a researcher developing a new serum. Driven to find a cure for my cancer, he poured himself entirely into the project.  However, on the day of the injection, it wasn’t him who administered the treatment—it was his childhood friend, Pauline Hemsworth.  She had injected an unregulated dose, and I could do nothing but watch as my life slipped away. Even the child growing inside me was not spared.  Meanwhile, Chandler remained by her side.  “If this research succeeds, all the credit goes to you!” Chandler assured Pauline. “She would never blame you if anything happens. She’d be grateful to be the first to receive the drug.”  But the experiment failed. After discovering my death, Chandler lost his mind.

Claire Bennett kept two secrets in her marriage. The first was that the Sterling family had never truly accepted her. Before the wedding, they tricked Adrian Sterling into signing an agreement that would end their marriage after seven years. The second was their daughter. For seven years, Adrian never knew he had a child. Claire had loved him with everything she had, believing time might soften his heart. But with only three months left before the divorce took effect, she discovered his own secret: the woman he had never forgotten was her sister-in-law. In an instant, seven years of devotion became a cruel joke. Claire stopped pretending. She chose divorce, kept their daughter’s existence to herself, and walked away determined to keep the child, not the father. Then the woman everyone had dismissed as nothing more than a housewife rose to the top of the medical world, becoming the youngest winner of a major award. Only then did Adrian realize she had truly let him go. And when the truth about their daughter finally came out, the man who had always seemed cold and untouchable lost control at last. “Divorce? Keep the child and cut me out? Claire, are you trying to ruin me?” Claire only smiled, her daughter’s hand clasped in hers. “Mr. Sterling, my daughter’s last name is Hart. Not Sterling.”

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

Yvette Skye has been diagnosed with depression. She thinks her parents will understand her situation, but all she gets is boundless mockery and doubt. After her affair with her sister’s boyfriend is found out, she dies in an accident. After her death, her biased parents suddenly start to regret their actions.

"Run Athena, Run!" the arrogant voice I can hear all over the place. "Or else I devour you. Make you mine. Only Mine. I don't care if you don't love me back. You have no choice. I choose you to be mine!" I run but only the monster voice approaching me. I scream for a help but only his demonic laugh I can hear. Until I stumble. I am about to raise again in my foot but as I lifted my gazed, he was standing in front of me. "I have three words for you. This is only your option. COME WITH ME." @Death Wish Cover is not mine, all respect and praise to the owner. You may also read my other novels: Taming the Dangerous CEO The Devilish Billionaire Fated to Marry the Devil Thank you so much and Enjoy!

Alianne Casper Villarreal, a naughty little perverted ghost who loves to tease everyone around her. For her, dying gives her nothing but a complete freedom, but her belief changed when she meets Regan. He make her wants to live again for him. Regan Heaven Co, a business man who fear ghosts a lot. He always think that dying is the most awful thing to happen to every people in this world, but meeting Alianne was a life-changing experience for him. He wishes to die for her. Every single line of life tells a different stories, and there is no such assurance wether or not it'll turns out good as the beginning or bad as a chaotic ending. Would they rather die, or stay alive?

Blurb Wrenna grew up invisible—unwanted by her family, overlooked by her pack, and treated like she was nothing more than a mistake that breathed. But she had one secret. Prince Mark. Her lover. Her promise. The man who swore he would choose her at the Pack Partner Ball and make her his bride. Instead, in front of the entire kingdom, he chose her sister. And then he destroyed her. Humiliated, exposed, branded impure, Wrenna is publicly cast aside as worthless—until a masked stranger steps forward. A man feared by kings. A ruler from a distant kingdom. A beast wrapped in power, mystery, and danger. “I will marry her,” he says. Taken by the very man everyone fears, Wrenna is thrust into a world darker and more dangerous than she ever imagined. But beneath the mask lies a man who sees her… desires her… and claims her as his own. She was rejected by the prince. But the Masked King chose her. And he never lets go of what belongs to him.

What if one typical day you wake up, addressing you'll be a bride within five hours? Knowing you don't have a boyfriend and engage to anyone. Then within in five hours, you become the wife of the famous Multi-billionaire businessman, handsome, but the most arrogant in this world. Will you say I do or I don't?

"Charm, get ready may susundo na dito maya-maya lang.""Get ready your face Kuya. Itatago ko to… hahaha.""Charm?""Huh?""This is serious matter. Ikakasal ka na.""Kuya, may nagsabi na ba sayo na ang pangit mo kapag naka-seryoso mukha mo?""Charm!" hala galit na ang kapatid my labs ko."Ikakasal ka sa kanya. Sa ayaw o gusto mo." Nagseryoso na rin ako. Pero natawa."Is this a game Kuya?"

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.