Novels

After seven years of loving Ethan, he refused to pay my ransom when I was kidnapped. His secretary suggested it was a good opportunity to "teach me a lesson." I endured hell. I finally learned to stay away from Ethan, but now he's begging me for another chance. The day I walked barefoot into the city, I made the news. The Harper family's adopted daughter, kidnapped for months, escaped in tattered clothes, filthy and reeking, her bare feet scarred and bleeding. I looked like a stray dog. The media’s flashbulbs exploded, capturing every agonizing detail, but my heart was a stagnant pool,

The day my remains arrived at the morgue, my husband, the medical examiner, was entangled with his intern right next to the dissecting table. My spirit recoiled, crouching down and desperately covering my ears. At first, despair washed over me. Later, a venomous satisfaction began to bloom. He would recognize me. Sooner or later, he would discover that he’d been cavorting with another woman beside the brutally murdered body of his wife. 1. My consciousness flickered back on as I floated above the scene, noticing a woman in my house. She wore a white cashmere cardigan, and the tranquil afternoon sun streamed

My mom has a grudge book. The front pages meticulously list every penny she spent raising me. The back? A detailed inventory of my every transgression. In that book, I have many names: Leech. Little shit. Ungrateful wretch. She simultaneously yearned for my success, so I could repay her, and for my demise. Then, I died. My vital organs harvested, leaving behind an empty shell and an $80,000 check for her. Mom, I've returned your money and my life. Are you satisfied now? 1. A blizzard raged the day before Christmas Eve. I finally managed to pound on the front door until Mom

It was midnight. I hanged myself from a noose made of white silk right outside my boyfriend's apartment. I was smiling as I died. No, I wasn't crazy. I did it to become a Wraith, so I could come back even stronger in seven days. The Wraith Apocalypse was just a week away. Anyone who died during this time would become a Wraith. And I wasn't just going to be a Wraith, I was going to be the Wraith Queen, the most terrifying being in existence. Only then could I get revenge on my scumbag boyfriend, Ethan, and avenge the horrors of my

I stopped my daughter from running away with a deadbeat, but she and he conspired to paralyze me and steal all my assets. Reborn into this life, I decided to give her the freedom she craved. … “You’re unhappy, so you have to destroy my happiness too?” I opened my eyes to see my daughter, Ashley, smashing my antique teapot against the floor. Her eyes, bloodshot and furious, stared at me with such venom you'd think I was her worst enemy. Shards of the teapot grazed my leg, drawing a thin line of blood. I stared at it, dumbfounded. How was this happening?

On the day Mark and I were supposed to get married, Lisa got out of jail. Mark said he only felt truly alive with Lisa. Even though Lisa was a wild child who smoked, drank, and had a criminal record, she made Mark feel free. So, I had to… let them be together. 1 On our way to the courthouse, Mark received a call. His voice was thick with excitement. "Great! Wait for me, I'll be right there to pick you up." He practically ignored me in the passenger seat, made a U-turn, and drove straight to the prison. Lisa had changed quite a bit. Mark, Lisa, and

I was getting married, but not to the living. I was marrying a dead man. My mom, brother, and sister-in-law crashed the "ceremony," screaming that I'd lost my mind. Little did they know, in a month, the world would end, swallowed by monstrous horrors. And me? Marrying the leader of these horrors would make me the most powerful being in this broken world. I'd be able to command the horrors, decide who lived and who died. You see, I lived through this once before. I risked everything to save my family. And how did they thank me? They tied me up, drained my

Hollywood's hottest CEO, Ethan Blake, had a supposed "one that got away" back in Europe. Rumor had it, the massive painting dominating the studio lobby was hers. "It's… alright, I guess. They could do better," I’d commented offhandedly, a remark that somehow ignited a social media firestorm. A fellow contestant on a reality show I was on, Tiffany Summers, had even called me out on it. "You're a film school grad, fresh from Europe, and that's your take? You have some nerve criticizing it." I slowly typed a question mark in the show's group chat. Was the painting I did when I was

I met a pregnant woman at the hospital. During small talk, she mentioned her husband, David Wilson, a prominent CEO. Coincidentally, my husband is also named David Wilson, and he's a CEO too. Later, I asked David for a divorce. But then it hit me – we were never legally married. It turned out I was the other woman all along. 1. "My husband's David Wilson, he's a big-shot CEO. He's crazy about me. When we got married, he bought me a whole private island!" The beautiful woman across from me beamed, her face radiating happiness. She'd been gushing about her husband