Novels

My husband was dying of cancer. To set me free, he decided to become a monster. He started cheating, openly and frequently. He’d humiliate me with cruel words, then freeze me out with cold silence. I finally broke and agreed to a divorce. That’s when his friends, perched on their moral high ground, told me the "truth"—about his noble intentions, about the cancer. My world shattered. I threw myself from a rooftop, a final, desperate act of love. But after I died, Julian was saved. A medical miracle, they called it. He found the strength to weep at my grave, and then, with his friends' encouragement, he pulled himself together and married Lana, the girl who had always been waiting in the wings. ...But now, I’m back at that party. The night it all began. Julian is laughing, a playful glint in his eye. "Let's get a divorce," he says. I don't get angry. I just look at him calmly and say, "Okay."

The year our love burned brightest was when Asher died. They said it was a car crash. Everyone expected me to shatter—but I didn’t cry or scream. Two years later, I walked into a private lounge and found him alive, kissing a girl like he was starved for air. His friends rushed to explain: “Elara, after the accident… he was in a coma. He lost his memory. We didn’t want you to worry.” Asher pushed the girl away and frowned at me. “So you’re my fiancée? I don’t remember, but I’ll honor our engagement.” I smiled softly. “They’re lying to you. We’ve never met.” What he didn’t know: On the day he “died,” I received a video. He was laughing with friends. “I can’t stand being tied to one woman,” he said. “I’ll fake my death. You guys comfort her.” He also didn’t know—in those two years, I’d found someone else.

I'm on my way to get married when a truck slams into my car from behind. After being unconscious for a long time, I hear the doctor telling my fiancee that I might lose my memory. I decide to have a little fun and open my eyes, pretending to be confused. "Who are you?" My fiancee goes completely still. I'm about to admit I'm only teasing her, but before I can, she grabs my best man's hand without a second thought. "I'm Janice Lloyd, your best friend's fiancee. You got into a car accident on your way to our wedding."

As a zombie outbreak spreads across the world, my boyfriend insists on delaying our evacuation so his drama-queen childhood sweetheart can catch the last rescue chopper. However, this is the last evacuation after the outbreak, and our team's only chance to survive. When she still doesn't show up, I knock my boyfriend out and haul him onto the helicopter. In the end, his childhood sweetheart is devoured by the surging horde, while I seize the opportunity to escape and start a peaceful, quiet life with him in the safe zone. The night before I am to take command and lead a massive counterattack against the undead, my boyfriend laces my drink with a tranquilizer and dumps me into a swarm of zombies. Thousands of zombies tear me apart, and I die in excruciating pain. He stands on the fortress wall, a cold smile on his lips. "Had you not been so selfish, Esmeralda would've survived. Now, you'll experience her suffering and atone with your life!" Given a second chance at life, I wake up on the day my boyfriend refused to evacuate on time. Since he's so determined to stand by his childhood sweetheart through thick and thin, I'll make sure they both become zombie food!

I was saving a patient’s life when I cut through her bra with a pair of trauma shears. My fiancée, Monica, posted a video of me performing chest compressions online. “I know you’re saving a life,” she wrote, “but doesn’t the patient’s privacy matter? And your hands were all over her… As your fiancée, that makes me really uncomfortable.” The story blew up online. The hospital, wanting to avoid a PR nightmare, chose the path of least resistance. I was demoted, my entire annual bonus was docked, and a formal reprimand was placed in my file. After years of dedicating my life to saving people, I was being branded a pervert. So I gave up. I wouldn’t save another soul. And that’s when the whole hospital started to panic.