Watching

During the height of the plague, Elizabeth is known for touching the dying without fear and for surviving longer than anyone should. The village calls her witch. Death calls her interesting. Malachor is a demon bound to plague and passing souls, ancient and cruel, intrigued by a healer who refuses to beg. When Elizabeth is condemned, thrown into a plague pit, and left to die, she calls out, not to God, but to the darkness watching her. He answers. Bound to a demon of death, Elizabeth survives… and is slowly claimed. Desire becomes devotion. Mercy becomes sin. A dark historical fantasy romance of plague, power, and forbidden surrender where love corrupts, salvation fails, and Hell is the only vow kept. TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature themes and content intended for adult audiences (18+) Reader discretion is advised. It includes moments of violence, coercion and domination themes, sexual content and dark erotic elements, emotional trauma and moral corruption, blasphemous themes involving demons, faith, and damnation

BLURB: "Sign the contract, or watch her die." When Ivy’s sister is left clinging to life after a mysterious hit-and-run, the hospital bill is a death sentence she can’t afford. Then Sebastian Wolfe, cold, rich, and impossibly dangerous, appears with an offer that isn’t really an offer at all. One year as his wife. In name to the world. In body and soul to him… and his three equally ruthless business partners. Trapped by ink on paper and bound by rules that strip away her freedom, Ivy swears she’ll survive long enough to escape and maybe destroy the man who caged her. But Sebastian has been watching her for far longer than she knows. And in his world, every move is a trap… and every trap is designed to break her. A contract signed in blood. A marriage built on power. Four men who try to assert their dominance on one woman. It is a game, and a game Ivy can’t afford to lose.

Celestina "Tin" Mercado thought she was the perfect wife—until she found herself hiding in a hotel closet, watching her husband cheat on her with the fiancée of the country’s most feared billionaire, Atticus Valderama. Broken, homeless, and labeled "convenient" by the man she loved, Tin hits rock bottom. But her life takes a twist when Atticus offers her a lifeline. He doesn’t offer her pity; he offers her a deal. To secure his inheritance, Atticus needs a wife. To destroy her ex-husband, Tin needs power. The agreement is simple: Sign a marriage contract, pretend to be the perfect couple, and watch their exes burn. Rule #1: Make it convincing. Rule #2: Destroy their enemies. Rule #3: Never, ever fall in love. But as the lines between "fake" and "real" start to blur inside Atticus’s penthouse, Tin realizes that guarding her heart might be harder than getting revenge.

On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!” Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments. [Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!] [Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!] Who? A V-line and abs? He should probably be able to satisfy me then. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear. Not bad. He smelled clean. I stopped him. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

“Three wives. Three funerals. And now… I’m his fourth bride.” Everyone says Dominic Sterling is cursed. His first three wives died mysteriously, one after the other. I never planned to be his next bride, but with my family drowning in debt, I had no choice. Now I’m trapped in his mansion, surrounded by secrets I don’t understand. The halls feel haunted by the women who came before me, the staff watch me too closely, and Dominic himself… he’s a man I can’t figure out. Cold one moment, protective the next. And just when my heart starts betraying me, falling for him, I realize the past isn’t as buried as I thought. Someone is watching me. Someone wants me gone. If I don’t uncover the truth soon, I’ll become the next Sterling bride to meet her funeral.

The richest woman in all of Jezelworth, Abby Davidson, was determined to marry my brother, Wallace Bourn. Everyone called Abby the "Black Widow", a cold-hearted woman who would do anything to get what she wanted. Anyone who married her was doomed to meet a tragic end. Wallace turned pale with fear, but I pulled him aside and said quietly, "I'll marry her in your place. But you have to stay in the countryside and guard my father's safe under his grave for three years. You can't open it before then." He thought the safe held a massive fortune. Grinning like a fool, he agreed without hesitation. Watching his greedy face, I couldn't help but laugh coldly inside. He'd better be ready for this. I couldn't wait to see if he could manage the "surprise" he'd find inside!

Before the wedding, my fiancé disappeared while camping with friends. I searched for him for an entire month, nearly losing my mind. But on Valentine's Day, a week before our wedding, I saw him at a romantic restaurant, hugging and kissing his childhood sweetheart. Jayden Corrick held the woman in his arms and said softly, "If this goes on, I don't even want to go back and marry Leah." Sophie Muller asked if he regretted disappearing—if he truly didn't plan on going back. He hesitated for a moment. "No regrets. Let's stay one more week. Our parents will cover for us anyway. When she's completely driven mad with worry, I'll show up again." I stood hidden among the crowd, watching their closeness, and gave a bitter smile. The next moment, I called home. "Don't bother looking for Jayden anymore. I'm never marrying him."

Werewolves do not exist. The mating bond is all a figment of fiction, they do not exist. That was what Darya thought too. But she is in for a lot of surprises. ***** Watching her father get killed was something Darya never thought that she would get over, not until a very long time. Well a few months later, her step mother sells her off the mafia Don who jhad her father killed - and that was when her life as she knew it started falling apart. As if being bought was not enough, the Mafia proposes to Darya that she becomes his fake bride for a year and seeing this as an opportunity to avenge her father, she agrees. But what if her father was not who she thought he was? What if the man she hated wasnt responsible for his death? What if she starts discovering deeper secrets like oh - the man is a werewolf? But worse, what if shse starts falling in love with the man she had vowed to hate?

Freya Xylla Hernaez's marriage to Phoenix Henderson was never meant to last. Forced into a shotgun wedding under the false belief she was pregnant, Freya quickly realized that she was just a wife on paper—ignored, mistreated, and unloved. Subjected to cruelty from his stepmother and stepsister and heartbroken watching him with other women, Freya’s resolve finally shattered. She made one desperate move, framing Phoenix into a one-night stand, and then left, disappearing with a signed divorce agreement. Six years later, she’s built a life in London with the two surprises Phoenix never knew about: their twins. But when Phoenix finds her and kidnaps one of the children to force her return to the Philippines, Freya is filled with fury. Determined to get her daughter back, she returns—this time armed with anger and a vow to exact revenge. Yet, amidst the fight, old feelings reignite, and a love that was never meant to be slowly begins to bloom again.

When my mother-in-law has a heart attack, my husband, who's a heart surgeon, is busy preparing food for his first love's cat. I call him and urge him to return to save my mother-in-law. He says icily, "What is wrong with you, Esther? How dare you curse my mother just to make me head home!" After that, he hangs up. My mother-in-law dies in surgery, yet he's busy watching a concert with his first love. When he returns the following day to see me holding an urn, he's so angry that he throws the bag he's holding at me. "Look at how Lexie was considerate enough to buy clothes for my mother. All you know how to do is get Mom to pull these dumb acts with you!" I sneer. His mother is already dead—what use are those clothes?