Novels

I run a dream interpretation livestream. I can predict the fortunes of the living and decipher the dream language of the dead. One day, a man asked about a recurring dream he’d been having since a relative passed away: a blood-red flower, the size of a human head, blooming on the coffin. The viewers in my livestream offered condolences, saying it was a sign of grief. Only I knew that wasn't a flower, but "Corpse Bloom," a manifestation of the victim’s resentment. And the man dreaming about it was the killer. 01 The livestream began, and a girl with the username "SparkleFairy"

John and Michael, my husband and son, vanished into thin air during our beach trip. After a frantic search, I finally found them. They were happily catching crabs with a local girl by the shore. Seeing my disheveled appearance, they both looked at me with puzzled expressions. "Who are you?" they asked, claiming they had amnesia. My eyes drifted downwards, catching their subtle, tell-tale signs of lying. I didn't press John, but I knelt down and asked Michael, the son I carried for nine months, if he remembered me. He denied it. Choking back tears, I asked, "You won't change

The day I went to pick up our wedding rings, I discovered there were two. One was mine. The other belonged to Summer, the college student my boyfriend, Ethan, was sponsoring. I confronted him, only to overhear his phone call: "Help me buy an apartment in your name for Summer. Don't let Olivia find out." A pause, then his choked voice: "I love her. I can't give her up." That was it. I let him go. I let them have each other. 1 Finding two identical wedding rings felt like a punch to the gut. I had designed it myself, the inner

I caught my boss, Mark, and his secretary, Ashley, feeding each other Peking duck—or, well, the American equivalent, barbecue ribs. Afterwards, Ashley, flushed, slipped me a fat envelope. "Hush money," she whispered. "Don't worry, when I'm Mrs. CEO, you'll get a raise." I slipped off my wedding ring behind my back and wished her the best of luck. That night, Mark stared at the bare ring mark on my finger. "Where's your ring?" he asked. I thought for a moment. "Maybe… down the toilet?" The next day, Mark didn’t give me my usual ride to the subway station. After hearing about

My childhood sweetheart, the guy I was practically arranged to marry, fell for a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Lily Evans. To be with her, he went against his family, against mine, against everyone, and broke off our engagement. Heartbroken, I left for Paris to study. By the time I returned, he and Lily had been married for almost two years. I was over it, completely. But at my welcome-back party, Ashton Miller, the same guy who once defied the world for Lily, stood there with an icy expression, looking at the woman he’d fought so hard to marry

Ashley pointed at my high school yearbook photo. "Who's the cutest boy in here?" I paused. "Someone Mommy had a crush on for a long time." "Why didn't you marry him?" "Because he always liked girls prettier than me." During the most painful part of our on-again, off-again relationship, I married someone else just to make him regret losing me. Later, I discovered I could fall in love with someone else, too. 01 That afternoon, as I graded papers for my teacher after school, all I could think was, "I'm screwed. Michael definitely left already." For an entire semester, I'd secretly followed him home, pretending we lived in

Three years after my death, my nemesis, Luke Chambers, visited my grave every year. The first year, he had a rave on top of it. The second year, he threw a barbecue party in front of it. The third year, he didn't show up. I heard he’d dropped his phone in the river and jumped in after it. Didn't make it back up. He was dying. 01 Luke Chambers was dying. He'd jumped into the river to retrieve his phone and hadn't resurfaced. He was pulled out and rushed to the ER, but he was in a deep coma. When I heard about it, I laughed for a solid

After marrying the golden boy of the West Coast elite, his older brother's wife constantly used her status as the elder sister-in-law to make my life miserable. She even tried to break us up so her cousin could take my place. Feeling utterly defeated, I called my best friend to vent. To my surprise, she responded, “Don't worry, I'm currently dating your father-in-law. Once we're married, I'll be your mother-in-law, and then I'll deal with her for you.” My jaw dropped. “What?!” 1 I came from a humble background, but fate intervened when I met Ethan, the heir to a West Coast

I rubbed my temples and called him back, \"Hmm?\"\nJack quickly picked up the phone, his voice hoarse, \"Emma, you want to divorce me?!\"