When Love Kills

She thought love would save her. Instead, it killed her. On the night she believed she would finally be his, Lucian betrayed her. When she threatened to expose their secret, he chose silence the cruelest way-by sending someone to end her life. But death was not the end. Years later, she returns in disguise, no longer the innocent girl who bled for him. Now she is Adrian Vale-a powerful man with money, influence, and one mission: to destroy the man who destroyed her. Yet when she meets Lucian again, obsession burns hotter than hate. He is jealous, possessive, and dangerously drawn to this mysterious stranger... never realizing the ghost of his past stands before him. Will she ruin him as planned, or will love betray her again? "When love kills, the dead do not rest... they return for revenge." ---

Chapters

Chapter 1

The chapel smelled of roses and sin.

Her hands trembled as she clutched the silk of her gown, not from nerves, but from the weight of secrets pressing down on her chest. She wasn't supposed to be here - not as a bride, not standing beneath crystal chandeliers, not waiting for him. But she had sacrificed everything: her youth, her pride, even her soul, for this man.

Her brother's best friend.

The man who had taught her what love felt like.

The man who was about to betray her.

"Why do you look so pale, darling?" His voice was smooth, teasing, but she heard the steel beneath it as he stepped closer. He looked devastating in his tailored suit, dark eyes glittering like obsidian. To everyone else he was charming, untouchable - but she knew the monster behind the mask.

She smiled bitterly. "Because you're walking away from me."

His jaw tightened. "You knew this was never meant to last."

Her chest burned. "I gave you everything. I lied for you. I covered your sins. And now, on the day you swore to stand beside me, you're choosing her?"

He didn't flinch. "This isn't about love. It's about survival. My family demands the alliance. I marry her, or I lose everything."

She laughed, sharp and broken. "And what about me? Do I just disappear? Pretend you never touched me, never swore I was the only one?"

His silence was louder than any answer.

Rage and desperation tangled inside her. "No. If you walk away from me, I'll tell them. All of them. My brother, your family, your precious fiancée. I'll tell them what we've done. I'll ruin you."

The temperature in the room shifted. His eyes darkened, stripping away the last shred of warmth. When he spoke, his voice was ice.

"Then you leave me no choice."

Her heart stuttered. "W-what do you mean?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he raised a hand. A shadow moved from the corner - a man in black, face hidden, gun gleaming under the light.

Terror clawed her throat. "No. You wouldn't."

But he did nothing to stop it. He just watched her, eyes burning with something she couldn't name. Regret? Anger? Or was it simply indifference?

The gun fired.

Pain bloomed across her chest like a crimson flower. The world tilted, her knees buckling as blood spilled across the white of her gown. She gasped, choking, reaching for him.

"Why?" Her voice cracked, raw, broken.

For the first time, he looked away.

The last thing she saw was the man she loved turning his back, leaving her to drown in roses and silence.

Darkness swallowed her whole.

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I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son. "Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics." Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out. Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold. To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping. Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money. As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden. "Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen." Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul. Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders. The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer. But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late. Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort. I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies. Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.

Horror Romance Werewolf

7.5

He Buried Me, But I Bloomed

7.5

She was dead. Or at least, that's what they thought. Now, five years later, Ivy Richardson stood at her own grave, ready to face the man who put her there. Ivy, in a custom coat, stood at her cold, black marble gravestone. "Beloved daughter and fiancée," the inscription read—a cruel joke mirroring her heart's wasteland. A gravedigger dropped his shovel, face ashen. Trembling, he pointed, gasping, "Oh my God... you look exactly like her." He saw a ghost; Ivy was alive. She paid for silence. Then, Clayton, her former fiancé, appeared, shaking: "Ivy? Where have you been?" She crushed his cheap lilies, her lethal gaze replacing the girl he'd abandoned. He snarled, blaming her, justifying her "Do Not Resuscitate" order for his mistress, Ainsley. Ivy's cold laugh mocked his pathetic lies. "Fiancé?" she echoed, revealing her new wedding ring. "That title expired when you signed the DNR... and Ainsley was watching, wasn't she?" With an icy "Go to hell," Ivy left him slipping in the mud.

Horror Romance

8.1

HOSTILE OATH

8.1

Vivian bears the weight of an ancestral curse, a yoke forged in darkness, which was meant to be broken. A future ravaged by war and chaos loomed, threatening her destiny but Vivian's path was not yet set to answer to her inheritance. Ignorant of her true identity, she couldn't control the powers she possessed, losing loved ones in the process and consumed by self-guilt. Yet, from the ashes of despair, she felt the rage and determination to harness the powers consuming her in her shadow and forge a new path; maybe she could get back all she had lost in all possible ways she could. Prophecy were made, and a formidable force stirred, rising to challenge her claim. When a greater threat arose, Vivian faced a brutal reality: prepare for battle or succumb to the shadows but there was a price to pay. She was left with two options; reclaim her birthright or shatter the chains of destiny!

Action Fantasy Horror

8.5

Kissed By The Curse

8.5

She was born under a blood moon. Cursed. Despised. Forgotten.For twenty years, Quinn Blackwood lived as the pack's shadow-an omega meant to serve, suffer, and disappear. But fate had other plans. When the Alpha King, Jasper Hale, discovers she's his fated mate, her world splits wide open. The bond ignites between them, fierce and undeniable. One night of raw, desperate passion binds them forever.Then he rejects her. In front of everyone.The bond should've broken. Instead, it cursed them both.Banished and bleeding, Quinn uncovers the truth: she's the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline, her power buried under generations of lies. Every breath burns. Every scar screams. And when she realizes she's carrying Jasper's child from that single night, the curse digs its claws in deeper-because her choice will decide everything.But she's not alone. Lucien Dusk, the rogue who pulled her out of the dirt, offers something Jasper destroyed: a love that doesn't hurt. Gentle. Honest. Forbidden.Then fate twists the knife. A prophecy surfaces-her child will either unite the packs or plunge them into endless war. And it all depends on which mate she chooses.Two bonds. One curse. And a love strong enough to save the world... or burn it down.

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

8.4

Marrying His Rival: The Ex-Fiancé's Nightmare

8.4

I was the "Caged Canary" of the underworld, a biological asset designed to merge two crime families. My fiancé, Bryant Barnes, didn't love me. He loved the power I brought, and he loved his mistress, Kalia. The night Kalia broke into my penthouse and stomped on my hand, crushing the bones and my fashion career, Bryant didn't help me. He told the police she was my guest and warned me not to embarrass him with a cast. That was just the beginning. When Kalia lied about feeling unsafe, Bryant dangled me off a balcony. When she faked a kidnapping, he locked me in an industrial freezer for six hours until I turned blue. And when I fell into the marina, he swam right past me to save her, leaving me to drown in the freezing water. He destroyed my body and my dignity for a woman who was stealing my designs and faking a pregnancy. He thought I was just a broken obligation he could discard. But he made a fatal mistake. He didn't make sure I was dead. I dragged myself out of the water and made a call to his greatest rival. On the night of our grand merger, I walked onto the stage wearing royal blue instead of white. I rolled up my sleeve to reveal the scars he gave me, looked him dead in the eye, and grabbed the microphone. "I hereby terminate my engagement to Bryant Barnes. And I am proud to announce my betrothal to the true King of this city."

Horror Modern Romance

7.6

Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

7.6

I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip. Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes. His pale chest was torn open to the bone. I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop. He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel. And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain. A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days. My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid. "Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume." If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed. But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap. How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself? I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive. Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face. "Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire." This time, I will rewrite my own fate.

Fantasy Horror Young Adult

When Love Kills

Chapter 1

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