What Dead May Never Die 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.

Emilia Rutherford thought she left her haunted past behind, until a car crash, a cryptic warning, and a bloody trail bring it roaring back. Now, in a town that feels too quiet and eyes that watch too closely, she’s pulled into a world she never knew existed. Shifters. Blood feuds. Secrets buried under generations of silence. Asher, the quiet farmhand with eyes like gold, knows more than he says. And Victor... the ruthless Alpha with a claim on Emilia’s soul will stop at nothing to make her his. But fate has its own plans. And Emilia may be the key to unraveling everything. When destiny collides with survival, only one truth remains: THE ALPHA MUST DIE!

They killed her husband. They almost killed her too. But she survived. A year later she becomes a detective chasing criminals. Confident. Clever. Stronger than before. He is beautiful. He is a sexy italian. But he is also dangerous. Very..very dangerous. Unscrupulous. Arrogant. See the story of Laura Rosón and Richard Valentino. Laura's boss assignes her the task of pretending to be the new girlfriend of the Italian mobster Richard Valentino, in order to find out all his dirty secrets and put him in prison. She promises herself that whatever happen will put him in jail Will he kill her? Will she put him in jail? "So if I kiss you now, you won't feel anything?" Richard looked at me. "No longer." I approached him and handcuffed him. "YOU destroyed me, Richard. And now you're going to pay for everything you've done."

Blurb She was his wife. But he only ever mourned another woman. Julian Hale rules an empire with a merciless hand, feared by everyone and worshipped like he was a god. Yet the greatest cruelty of his life was reserved for the woman who shared his bed. Emily lived every day being compared to a dead woman, she was humiliate and tortured by the very man she gave her all. Emily loved Julian quietly, desperately, hoping that one day he would see her. But when lies are fed into a man already blinded by resentment, love doesn’t stand a chance. On the day Emily discovers she is pregnant, Julian announces their divorce in front of everyone. Broken beyond repair, Emily disappears, leaving behind a staged death, fragments of her diary, and a truth that will hunt Julian for the rest of his life. But when fate throws her back into Julian’s path, he was shocked to his bones to see that his dead Luna was another man's wife! he becomes obsessed with reclaiming the woman he once discarded.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna." . . A loved one who became a stranger and a heart filled with secrets... . . “Oh, Rosy,” Santos whispered, his voice sending shivers down her heated body. “Do you remember?” “What?” she asked, even though she feared that she already knew what he was asking. He leaned closer to her ear. “That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to take your body” Her eyes closed at the pain of the memory. “Let me go, Santos. I don’t want you anymore.” she lied. Pressing his body against hers, his hand slid underneath the towel and caressed her there. She leaned into him and throatily. He nibbled at her ear, and whispered, “That’s not what your body is saying, darling.”

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.