Wow A Dying World Novels & Stories

One night. One kiss. One viral humiliation. Livia Harper built Theo Whitford’s dying company into a billion-dollar empire while carrying his child in secret. On their second anniversary, in front of two hundred cameras, Theo introduced his college sweetheart as “the woman I’ve always loved” and kissed her like Livia never existed. Twenty-four hours later Livia is Mrs. Alexander Kane (the most ruthless billionaire in America and Theo’s oldest enemy). The contract is simple: one year of fake marriage, seventy-five million dollars, and the total annihilation of Theo Whitford’s life. Rules: No feelings. The baby stays a secret. When the year ends, she disappears forever. But contracts weren’t made for the kind of fire that ignites when the woman who has nothing left to lose marries the man who’s never lost anything. Some vows are made to be broken. Others are made to burn the world down.

Amiya who was born during an era of an old war of nations, was reborn multiple times after she met her first love. She was in a repeat cycle of living and dying not until in the present time, she meets a person whom she never saw in all her life.

Six years ago, Rilla was a "weak hybrid" hiding in the shadows of the Iron-Vail Pack - until the day her blood "woke up" as a legendary Pureblood. In the chaos that followed, the Alpha and Luna were killed, and Rilla was branded a traitor who murdered her own best friend, Rowena. Now, the five brothers who once meant everything to her - Philip, Royal, Ripley, Robbie, and Rory - have won her at a high-stakes auction. To the world, she is a walking fortune; to them, she is a tool to be used, a breeder to secure their dying lineage, and a prisoner to be broken. As the Alphas trap her in a world of silk curtains and gold bars, Rilla is forced to face a brutal reality: her biology binds her to the very men who loathe her. While Robbie prepares his "tools" for a night of questions and Philip treats her like a parasitic stain, Rilla harbors a secret that could shatter the pack’s last hope. She is "broken" for their purposes, fated only to conceive with a fated mate - a fact the Alphas don't yet realize as they demand an heir to save the woman Philip truly loves. Caught between the urge to "leave it all for the crows" and the haunting memory of the child they tore away, Rilla must decide if she can survive the Alphas’ revenge - or if she'll take their $5 billion investment to the bottom of a fifteen-story drop.

Elena is a wolfless omega dying to escape her dead-end life in an equally dead-end town. On the night of the full moon, the unthinkable happens, and she meets her fated mate. From there, she embarks on a journey of self-growth, involving magic, deception, and unexpected passion.

Learning who the countess is may be one thing. But falling in love with her brings so much more. With people begging to be part of the harem, it is only a matter of time before Wyatt discovers what is behind the enchantress known as the Countess, and why people are dying, literally, to be part of her world.

He needed a bride. I was never meant to be the one walking down the aisle. When the Marazona family came to claim a debt, my stepmother offered her precious daughter to the ruthless and dying Vincenzo Marazona. But on the wedding day, she sent me instead. Broken. Replaceable. Unwanted. Vincenzo Marazona made one thing clear the moment his ring touched my finger— this marriage was a business transaction, not a love story. He was cold, cruel, and running out of time. I was only a substitute bride trapped in the empire of a man who did not believe in mercy… or love. But the longer I lived under his roof, the more dangerous he became. Because the dying king who never wanted a wife was beginning to look at me like I was the only thing he had left to lose. And in the Marazona family— love is the deadliest mistake of all.

Human world rules are clear: stay away from the shadows. But to fulfill her dying wish before her secret heart failure takes her life, twenty-one-year-old Rhiannon smuggles herself into the forbidden werewolf kingdom of Vrykania. She never expected to spark a feral fated-mate connection with the legendary, 3,000-year-old Lycan King, Theron Vance—nor did she expect the royal court to erase her memories of the encounter. Back in the human world, Rhiannon finds herself trapped under the suffocating watch of a fiercely attractive new part-time professor: Theron Vance himself, operating undercover as a billionaire campus benefactor to control her life. Rhiannon loathes his overprotective nature, completely unaware that he is her fated mate, or that his terrifying inner beast turns entirely meek in her presence. But when a vicious campus betrayal ends in a night of reckless, carnal passion during the King's active rut, a dark web of secrets unravels. From a miraculous life-force tether that keeps her failing heart beating, to a cataclysmic awakening of forbidden witch powers, Rhiannon is thrust into a corrupt supernatural war where the ancient prophecy demands a devastating price: the fated mate must slay the immortal King.

I've been in a five-year secret relationship with Shawn Lowell. For so long, everyone thinks we're rivals who hate each other's guts. At a bachelorette party hosted by a mutual friend, the bride-to-be orders every guy who is still single to wear eye masks. After that, every single woman has to walk one lap in front of them. This is so that the men can pick up on the women's perfumes. If they find a perfume they like the most, they can embrace the woman instantly and become a couple for the day. I walk very slowly in front of the men on purpose. In fact, I even stop in front of Shawn for half a second. But as soon as Shawn takes off his eye mask, he finds himself hugging Alyssa Sutton, his childhood sweetheart and first love. "Wow! You really are amazing, Mr. Lowell! You actually recognized Alyssa from all those fragrances and hugged her on the spot! Even God thinks you two are a match made in heaven!" Alyssa's eyes slightly redden, whereas Shawn looks down at her with a doting smile playing on his lips. Both of them refuse to let go of each other. As I stand a short distance away, I just smile at the scene. Last night, Shawn was still kissing the scar on my chest in bed while telling me that he wanted to marry me. How is it that he's forgotten his promise in just the blink of an eye?

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."

On the day of the crash, I called Enzo Vitale ninety-nine times on the emergency channel. On the hundredth call, his Consigliere finally picked up. "Don Enzo has already used family resources to escort Miss Moretti to a private hospital," he said. "Her condition…isn’t good. Don asked me to tell you not to disturb him again." But that was not the worst part. When I woke up, my baby was gone. The doctor said the accident was too severe and they could not save the child. Then I heard the truth. “Chiara is carrying my child,” Enzo said. “Her last wish is to have a child before she goes. I gave her that. But this must stay between us. Alessia cannot know.” “We had no choice,” my mother Rosalina said, her voice flat. “Chiara doesn't have long. We want her last days to be peaceful.” “Alessia will understand,” my father Alberto said. “She's always been reasonable. She'll see this is about giving a dying woman her final wish.” They were comforting a dying woman. My child was dead. But all they cared about was Chiara's baby. I stumbled away. Chiara stood at the end of the hallway and smiled at me. “I am not dying,” she whispered. “I just want everything you have.” I picked up my phone and dialed a number. “Professor Luciano,” I said quietly. “I've changed my mind. I am ready to join your closed medical research program.” The woman who once begged for love had died with her child.