The Honeymoon of Death

Trapped in a cycle of betrayal, Caroline awakens on the day a fire consumes her home. In her first life, she saved her husband’s twins, only to be killed by him later as revenge for his lost lover. This time, as the flames rise, she calls for help but allows her husband to leave for his desert island tryst with Sasha. By refusing to stop his departure, Caroline seeks to avoid her previous murder and survive the dark obsession of the man she once loved.

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Chapter 1

My residential area suddenly catches on fire, and the twins my husband had with his first wife are trapped in the room.

This time, I call 911 without hesitation. After informing my husband of the fire, I don't stop him from leaving.

In my past life, when the fire broke out, my husband was about to leave on a vacation with his ex-wife and true love. The trip was to a deserted island—it was to make up for past regrets.

I ripped his flight ticket to shreds, stopping him from leaving the house. We successfully saved the kids. After the fire, my husband hurried to the island. However, he learned his ex-wife was declared missing after being taken away by a strong wave.

He was calm and composed after returning, even being extra caring to me. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. I wanted to surprise him, but my vision went blurry. I collapsed on the floor while twitching violently.

He stood aside and watched me coldly. Then, he placed a photo of his ex-wife before me. "You've gotten your wish, Caroline. Are you happy now that you've killed Sasha? You can accompany her now! No, you don't deserve that. An evil woman like you only deserves to go to the underworld!"

I breathe my last breath as my vision clears, allowing me to see the frostiness in his eyes.

When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day the fire broke out.

I clenched my hands tightly. Panic gripped me as I recalled the helplessness I had felt in my dying moments during my previous life. When I felt the strength returning to my palms, I was finally certain—I had been reborn.

I glanced at the clock, knowing I would be informed that my house was on fire soon. Right on cue, the phone rang. It was our neighbor, Paula Klein.

She yelled, "Caroline, get back here! Luna and Liam are home napping. Emery just left, and he isn't picking up his phone! Hurry!"

The call ended abruptly. My heart raced as I immediately dialed 911 to report the fire. Then, I rushed out of my office and headed straight home.

While driving, I tried calling Emery Fike, but as expected, he did not answer. Left with no choice, I sent him a message instead.

"There's a fire at home. The kids are still inside, napping. Get back here now!"

To my shock, his reply came almost instantly. "Caroline Sawyer, you've really lost it with your lies lately!"

Another one followed, reading, "Ever since Sasha came back, you've been ridiculously petty. Besides, if there's a fire, aren't there other firefighters around?

"I'm off today. Don't drag Paula into this stupid drama to fool me. You're so bad at lying. You're dumb and cruel."

In my previous life, Emery distrusted me just like this. Back then, I had no choice but to physically block his car and tear up his plane ticket to keep him from leaving. Only then did he stay.

His expertise as a firefighter allowed him to quickly control the flames. He rescued the twins, Luna and Liam Fike, preventing the fire from spreading further.

However, once the situation was handled, Emery still rushed off to a nearby island to meet Sasha Woods and "explain things." He found out too late that she had been swept away by the ocean, and her body was never recovered.

Surprisingly, Emery did not react with the grief or despair I had expected. Instead, he became a model husband and father—working regular hours, taking on all the housework, and even preparing nutritious meals for me and the kids.

Within three months of his care, I found out I was pregnant. One day, without warning, my body failed me. I collapsed, gasping for air as my vision blurred. Emery just stood there while watching me struggle. His expression was cold and detached.

That was when the truth hit me—his so-called care had all been an illusion. Everything he had fed me was laced with a slow-acting poison. Blinded by the illusion of love, I had never suspected a thing.

When I finally reached the neighborhood today, I noticed that the fire trucks had not arrived yet. Our house was only three miles from the fire station. We had bought this place because it was close to Emery's work, knowing how crucial rapid response was in his line of duty.

Confused, I dialed the station myself. The line connected, and a voice I knew all too well answered.

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I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage. But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death. As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket. Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her. Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved. I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies. They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die. I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred. Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me? Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm. I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12. It was exactly three days before the world ended. When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly. "Just tell me where to send the money, Mom." This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.

Fantasy Horror Sci-Fi

8.0

Bestie's APP Stole My Love Life

8.0

After dying in a mental hospital due to Sarah Cole’s supernatural app, which siphoned her boyfriend’s affection, the protagonist is reborn. In her past life, Luke Spencer’s devotion was stolen and gifted to Sarah, leaving the heroine disgraced and abandoned. Now back in time, she refuses to fight for Luke. Instead, she pivots to the obsessive billionaire Ethan Grant, intentionally letting Sarah steal his overwhelming, dark passion to see if her treacherous friend can survive the weight of his fixation.

Billionaire Fantasy Horror Modern Mystery Romance

7.9

Born to Suffer So My Brother Learns

7.9

Born to Suffer So My Brother Learns follows a young girl whose existence is defined by her mother's sadistic parenting. To teach her brother Irwin lessons on morality and debt, she is forced to endure his punishments. The abuse escalates from financial restitution to public humiliation. When Irwin develops a soda addiction, their mother leaves pesticide-laced bottles out as a deterrent. After accidentally consuming the poison, the protagonist faces a horrific death while her mother uses her agony as a final lecture.

Horror Modern Mystery Young Adult

7.5

Bound To The Devil From My Past

7.5

To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

Horror Modern Romance

9.3

Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster

9.3

Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class. Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open. Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett. "Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed. "I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust. The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot. To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days. A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty. But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken. Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.

Adventure Horror LitRPG Modern Sci-Fi

9.2

Help! My Boyfriend's the Endgame Boss!

9.2

Ara never believed her boyfriend's claim that he was a literal monster, distracted by his human appearance and constant affection. However, her skepticism vanishes when she is suddenly transported into a brutal survival game. Trapped in a freezing, dark ocean, she is seized by the game's terrifying final boss. Instead of a killing blow, the tentacled horror speaks in a familiar, gentle voice, demanding a kiss. This LitRPG romance follows Ara as she navigates a world of horror and action.

Action Adventure Fantasy Horror LitRPG Romance

The Honeymoon of Death

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