Ways To Kill Someone Novels & Stories

Betrayed and killed by the mate she loved most, Fedora rises from death hungry for revenge. Captured by a powerful, ruthless Alpha who wants her dead as much as he wants her in his bed, she must choose between love and vengeance in a world that wants to KILL THE LUNA

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

During the long holiday, to accommodate the travel plans of my hospital director wife, I—someone who hadn't taken a single day off all year—begged and groveled, burning through every last bit of goodwill in my department just to scrape together seven days of comp time so I could go with her. But I waited at the airport from morning until night. After a hundred ignored calls, she finally rang me back, her voice totally casual. "The signal's a nightmare out at the scenic area. I forgot to mention—Julian booked the tickets a day early by accident, so we're already at Tamoe Mount! Since you missed your flight anyway, just go back to the hospital and cover some shifts. It's the hospital's busiest time. Didn't you say everyone in your department was upset about you taking time off? Go make it up to them." On the other end of the line, the wind was howling. Her young colleague, laughing brightly, jumped in. "Hey, Rita, I had no problem switching my shifts. I guess he just slacks off too much—no wonder nobody likes him." Not only did she not stand up for me, she actually agreed. "You hear that, Kevin? Learn to play nicer with your coworkers. Stop obsessing over fun all the time. Then later, it'll be easier for me to push through your raise and promotion." I didn't argue or make a scene. I just said "Got it," hung up, and walked straight to the hospital run by her biggest competitor. "Are you still looking for a vice director? I work hard, I don't need weekends off, and as long as I get normal comp time, I'm good."

“I love you Tracy, even in my next life I still will. ” Tyler said as he fixed his intense gaze on me. “And I love you too.” I replied as I wrapped my hands around his neck, leaving the slightest space between our bodies. Never in my life did I ever think I will ever fall in love with a man I tortured and was suppose to kill with my bare hands. He came into my life and showed me all the ways of love.

Luna Vercelli was born to a powerful mafia in California. She ached for freedom she could never have. Her desires were shattered when her father, Roberto Vercelli, Capo of the Castelvetrano, announced her marriage to the son and future Capo of the New York Genovese. The marriage was a symbol of peace between the two clans. To the mafia, women were only for giving pleasure to men and nothing else but Luna never thought of herself as just a woman. Tensions rise as the Russians find a weakness that could possibly bring down the Cosa Nostra. Luna soon realizes that being born in the mafia means being born to kill.

18+ Mature content. - - - - Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead. Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. The morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now deep in Australia’s dangerous underworld, she works as a stripper to infiltrate the cartel. The sexual addiction she buried years ago has roared back stronger than ever. Every slow, sensual grind on stage, every pair of hungry hands sliding over her bare skin, feeds the raw, aching hunger she can no longer control. As Skye seduces dangerous men for information, the stakes rise dangerously high. A former colleague wants her dead. The protector sent to bring her home hides a shocking betrayal. And the powerful man who ordered her mother’s murder is closer than she imagined, close enough to touch, close enough to taste. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.

Melinda thought she had escaped her past when she built a quiet life beside her husband—far from the violence, the blood, and the names she was never meant to know. She was wrong. One mistake. One hidden debt. One betrayal her husband never saw coming… and the past comes roaring back to collect. The Mafia man she once crossed has returned for revenge—and for her. But he is not the only one watching. His boss, colder than power itself, has taken an interest in her that feels less like chance… and more like ownership. A man who doesn’t compete. A man who decides. And then there is her husband—the man she chose to trust—now standing in the middle of a war he doesn’t understand, holding onto a truth that could destroy them all. Three men. Three different kinds of danger. One woman caught in the center of a game she never agreed to play. In their world, love is not soft. It is control, obsession, and consequence. And Melinda is about to learn that being wanted by one man is dangerous… But being wanted by three is a death sentence—or a crown.

When I discover that Shawn Felton has kept a mistress for the past three years and even intends to throw her a wedding, I decide to leave him. I'm going home to marry the man my family has picked for me. On the first day, I give the ring Shawn got me to his mistress. On the second day, I throw away everything and anything that has to do with me. On the third day, I put on a wedding dress and marry Shawn's nemesis. From now on, Shawn and I will have nothing to do with each other. Shawn is unfazed originally. He thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum. He only panics when he sees the news of me marrying someone else.

“You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men who were chasing you because of the debt you owe them. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back." Ava Peterson's life is in danger, and it leads her to a mysterious man whom she bumps into. He offers her a role as his sex slave in exchange for saving her, promising her protection. Desperate to save herself and be free from all her problems, she agrees. Eventually, she discovers that he's not just a total stranger with desires to claim her body, but someone who plays a very significant part in her past.

After going bankrupt, I was given away as a gift by my former nemesis, Colt Reyes. My former lover, Emerson Snyder, the one I had played with the most ruthlessly before, now traced his fingers along my face, his hands roaming every inch of my body. "You sure had a lot of lovers," he said. I provoked him defiantly, telling him he was the most despicable among all my lovers. He gave my face a light pat, his suggestive tone dripping with amusement. "That's okay. Now you only need to serve me."