After My Husband's Cruelty Destroyed Our Love

I've always had a deep, unexplainable connection with my pet cat, Snowball. When I told my husband, Maximiliano, about this strange bond, he was oddly pleased to find a new way to control me. Whenever his beloved Melany needed him and I begged him not to go, he would torment Snowball, making me faint from shared agony. On our anniversary, I planned everything down to the last detail—a final effort to keep Maximiliano with me. Yet, he still chose to hurt Snowball, taking her along to celebrate Melany's birthday. Maybe, in a desperate move to quiet my pleas, he went too far and accidentally caused her death. Maximiliano thought our connection was broken, sighing with relief at losing his hold over me. Little did he know, I followed Snowball into the void. Two weeks later, returning from Melany’s house, he found my lifeless body and descended into madness right there. I am dead.

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I drifted toward Maximiliano Reyes.

He was in an opulently decorated mansion, standing tall and imposing by the window. His sharp features were directed toward the horizon before shifting back to the silent phone beside him. After a moment, impatience got the better of him. He dialed a number, only for the call to be instantly disconnected. His brow furrowed, and the tension in the room thickened.

Crash!

In a fit of rage, he hurled the phone to the floor, shattering it into pieces.

"Elisabeth Turner, what game are you playing now? Ignoring my calls, have you grown a backbone?"

Maximiliano let out a derisive laugh.

"Playing hard to get, or is this some other trick? Do you really think I'd come back for this? Pathetic. Even if you kicked the bucket, I wouldn't bother with your remains."

Is that so? Does Maximiliano truly despise me this much? Even though I had known for some time, hearing it straight from his lips still made my heart tighten involuntarily.

I couldn't help but give a bitter smile, whispering softly into his ear.

"As you wish, I'm really gone now. Right there at home, so you won't have to deal with my remains..."

Maximiliano couldn't hear me, yet he suddenly stepped forward, crushing a dark shape under his foot.

My heart sank, a deep sense of dread engulfing me.

That was...

Grasping my collar tightly, my breath caught.

Maximiliano's voice, as cold as ice, echoed:

"Useless creature, died so quickly. Serves her right, now I've lost my leverage over her."

"Snowball!"

I screamed, throwing myself onto that “thing” with overwhelming grief consuming me.

Snowball. My Snowball. The ragdoll cat that had been my companion for years, pure white and incredibly perceptive. Its blue glassy eyes were its most endearing feature.

But now it lay discarded here. Its fur matted and stained with blood, turning dark and stiff. Its belly caved in, the body twisted grotesquely.

Snowball, who once would flee at the mere sight of Maximiliano, was now lifeless despite his repeated kicks.

"Stop! Enough!"

I remembered. I remembered everything.

Snowball was gone. It died because of me. Because I shared a bond of suffering with Snowball, and Maximiliano, wanting to control me, didn’t hesitate to torment Snowball into this state.

Whip marks, burns, organs removed, bones shattered… All inflicted on Snowball, then transferred to me.

Yes, I should have known better. I’m already gone—how could Snowball still be living?

But my soul lingers here.

And what about Snowball?

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I was strapped to a bomb, pregnant and terrified, using my last moments to call the man I loved. But Arthur didn't send help; he hung up on me because his foster sister, Ivy, was "scared of a noise" outside her apartment. Ten minutes later, the explosion erased me and our unborn child from existence. My spirit didn't cross over. I was cursed to remain as a ghost, tethered to Arthur. I watched him block my number, convinced my silence was just a "jealous stunt." I watched him ignore my missing person report until he stood over my charred remains in the morgue, clutching the locket he gave me. His grief was agonizing, but the truth was worse. A year later, during a staged kidnapping meant to win him back, Ivy slipped up. She admitted she had orchestrated my murder to keep him for herself. As Arthur looked at her with pure hatred, the bond holding me to him finally snapped. But I didn't leave. A dark, cold force pulled me toward Ivy instead. My pain is over, but her nightmare is just beginning.

Horror Mystery Romance

8.1

A Love That Never Was

8.1

I was a brilliant scientist, but in my family, I was always the shadow to my perfect, manipulative sister, Jetta. On the day I was set to receive the prestigious Harrison Award, my family was only focused on her graduation party, dismissing my life's work as a mere hobby. That same day, I was brutally attacked in my own lab. The men who did it used Jetta's keycard and sneered that she sent them to "teach me a lesson" and put me in my place. Bleeding out on the cold floor, I made one last desperate call to my fiancé, Hayden. "Stop being so dramatic," he snapped before hanging up. "This is Jetta's big day. Don't you dare ruin it for attention." My mother came downstairs, saw nothing but a mess, and left a voicemail scolding me for being selfish. My soul ripped free from my body, forced to watch them celebrate. I saw the love in Hayden's eyes-not for me, but for Jetta. To them, my death was just another one of my "attention-seeking stunts." Now, as a ghost trapped in my own home, I watch them find my body and slowly piece together their neglect from my journal. But they've overlooked the one thing that will expose it all: the memory pendant around my neck, which recorded every horrifying second of the truth.

Horror Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

A Monster's Final Goodbye

8.6

My boyfriend, Carter, hadn't spoken to me in five days. But when my national architecture competition win went viral, he finally called-not to congratulate me, but to scream that I' d embarrassed him by not telling him first. His new girlfriend, Brittney, was the one who tagged him in my post. She was also the one whispering in his ear during the call, telling him I was making him look bad. This was the final straw in a long, cold war. But the real nightmare began when Brittney sent me a video of her torturing my dog, Apollo, in our old apartment. Then came a photo of his lifeless body. I rushed over, blinded by rage, and slammed her head against the wall with an ashtray. Carter, the man I once loved, shoved me away, calling me a maniac for hurting the woman who had just murdered my dog. He chose her. He always chose her. As I carried Apollo's cold body out the door, I made a vow. I would make them pay. I would make their lives a living hell.

Horror Modern Romance

8.2

Betrayed By The Alpha: The Spirit Luna Returns

8.2

I hovered in the corner of the damp Runt Quarters, powerless as a ghost, watching my five-year-old daughter take her last breath. She died of a fever that a simple medicine could have cured. But my husband, Alpha Elroy, refused to pay for it. He was too busy dining with his mistress to waste resources on a "runt." When he finally arrived, there were no tears. He picked up my daughter’s small body like a bag of trash and tossed her into the incineration pit meant for criminals. "Stop hiding, Annis!" he roared at the empty woods, thinking I was alive and watching. "Your trick didn't work. The runt is dead." I screamed at him, clawing at his suit, but my hands passed right through him. Days later, his mistress gave birth to a son. But the baby was born with a fractured soul, dying. The doctor said only a bone marrow graft from the White Wolf bloodline could save him. Elroy didn't hesitate. He looked toward the incineration pit. "Retrieve the girl's body," he commanded his warriors. "Her bones will save the future Alpha." He intended to butcher our daughter's corpse to save his illegitimate child. Enraged, he hunted down the Rogue who had secretly stolen Emma's body before it could burn. "Give me the body!" Elroy demanded. "And tell Annis to stop spoofing her credit cards in Europe and show her face!" The Rogue looked at him with cold pity and threw a coroner's report at his chest. "Annis isn't in Europe, Elroy." "She has been rotting in a shallow grave for six months. Your mistress paid for the bullet."

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.4

Claimed by the Disguised Alpha King

9.4

My brother and his wife slapped the contract on the table, forcing me to marry Alpha Stone. He was a cruel monster known for breaking his mates' bones, and I was just the price for a new trade route. Right before I surrendered, the legendary Blackwood Pack arrived. But they didn't offer a glorious rescue. They claimed I was the fated mate of Kaelan, a disgraced, wolfless Omega. My family laughed in my face, eagerly taking the dowry and throwing me out like garbage. They mocked my miserable future, sending me off to a crumbling shack in the woods. When they later summoned us back to publicly demand a humiliating "tribute" to bleed us dry, they waited for me to break. "Couldn't handle life in a shack with an Omega? Come crawling back already?" my sister-in-law sneered. But I refused to let them shame him. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess gave me an Omega, but Kaelan was kind, giving me the only bed while he slept on the cold floor. Why did my family value a cruel Alpha over a gentle soul? I declared to their faces that his loyal spirit was worth more than any title. Then, a vicious rogue wolf threatened us at the local market. My "wolfless" husband stepped in front of me and grabbed the rogue's wrist. Suddenly, a suffocating, terrifying Alpha King's aura exploded from Kaelan, bringing the rogue to his knees in pure terror. I stared at my quiet, supposedly weak mate in absolute shock. Who exactly did I marry?

Horror Romance Werewolf

8.7

Claimed by three Alphas

8.7

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

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