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When my ex-boyfriend’s brother waltzed into the nightclub where I was bartending, looking like he'd just stepped out of the pages of GQ magazine: Wall Street Edition, it felt like fate. Later, when he breaks into my apartment in the middle of the night, demanding to know how I got the bruises around my neck and promising to protect me, it feels a little too much the way things used to. I remind myself that I escaped that life and I'm not the person he once knew, but deep down, I want his help.

Thirty-nine terrifying stories that will keep you up all night and make you want to call in sick to work. Enjoy stories of karma, fear, supernatural horror, deadly women, and retribution.The Better Off Dead Series delves into the farthest corners of your mind, where your deepest, darkest fears lurk. These masters of horror will haunt your dreams and stalk your nightmares, taking you to the edge of sanity before pushing you to the brink of madness!

One minute I'm mourning the sudden death of my father, and the next, I'm getting calls from a lawyer saying they need to read me my father's will. As far as I know, my father didn't have much to leave. Or so I thought. Everything topples down at once, the inheritance I'm left with and the truth about what my father did, but the biggest shock of all was finding out he'd married me off to a complete stranger without my consent. By the time I show up at my supposed husband's nightclub, I'm determined to leave with divorce papers signed, but nothing can prepare me for the man awaiting me.

Eigentlich sollte es ein leichter Job werden: Eine Frau für den Prinzen finden und damit das Ansehen der königlichen Familie schützen. Doch nichts in Bezug auf Prinz Aramis ist jemals leicht - das hätte ich wissen müssen. Als ich schon kurz davor bin, alles hinzuschmeißen, präsentiert er mir seinen "perfekten" Plan: Ich würde seine feste Freundin werden. Nur zum Schein. Keine Gefühle. Und hat Aramis sich einmal was in den Kopf gesetzt, ist er davon nicht mehr abzubringen. Also akzeptiere ich das Angebot - aber ich setze klare Grenzen.

Prinz Elias und seine ausschweifenden Feste sind legendär. Jeden Sommer kam er mit seiner gesamten Entourage und mietete die Strandvillen meiner Familie. Und jeden Sommer haben meine Eltern mich weggeschickt. Zuerst ins Sommercamp und später ins Internat - alles, um mich von dem Prinzen fernzuhalten. Und doch gibt es da diese eine unvergessliche Nacht, die wir miteinander verbracht haben... Ich bin das erste Mal seit Jahren wieder hier, doch alles ist anders: Der Prinz ist zurückgekehrt, aber es gibt keine feiernde Entourage und keine rauschenden Partys.

When River Caliban, my sworn enemy, called out my name, I shouldn’t have turned around. I should have run the other way when he flashed that sinful smile of his, but instead, I walked toward him. I went against all reason, against all warning, and attended the gala of the year. His gala.

A woman scorned. The sanctity of her sanctuary threatened. The betrayal of trust...even loyalty. Don’t ever tell her not to take it personally, because that’s exactly what it is. Personal. Your first blunder was mistaking her kindness for weakness. Your second was betraying her. The third? Underestimating her. Don’t say we didn’t warn you. Take the plunge into these tales of deadly women who will stop at nothing until vengeance is theirs. The Better Off Dead series delves into the farthest corners of your mind, where your deepest, darkest fears lurk.

They say you never forget your first. Jagger Cruz, the popular, gorgeous, athletic heartbreaker, was my introduction to college flings. Over the years, I’ve tried to pay no attention to every wicked rumor I heard about him, even though deep down I knew they weren’t just rumors. Unable to face the consequences of what we’d done, if we were ever in close quarters, I ran in the other direction. If we were coincidentally put in the same class, I dropped it. Avoidance was the name of the game and so far I was winning. That is, until we’re assigned the same apartment.

Princess Pilar is tired of playing by the rules. She’s sick of the spotlight and being seen as the uptight goody-too-shoes the media has cast her to be. She’s especially tired of the fact that her brothers are allowed to run off and do whatever they want while she sits inside watching the world pass her by. That’s why she decides that while her older brothers are off on their usual summer holidays, she’s going to quietly pack her things and travel to the one place her parents have always forbidden her to step foot on - Ibiza.

In November of 2017, Cort Davies was given just three years to live. He was diagnosed with stage 4 malignant paraganglioma, one of the rarest forms of cancer on the planet. After seven surgeries, radiation, chemotherapy, and experimental drugs, he felt like he was at the end of the road but something changed him one night as he laid in a hospital bed. He realized that his prognosis was simply a haunting opinion, and the true cause of his suffering was fear and the stress of the unknowns.

In the past, I've always been given everything I've wanted, but nothing that I truly needed. I've experienced a lot of things in my 25 years - everything except the one thing I want. It's the one thing that can't be bought. It can't even be taken; it has to be given. And nobody has ever given it to me - not really anyway. Not until him.

Finneas Alexander Barlow is a walking thirst trap. Tall, hot, and broody. Tousled brown hair, chiseled jaw, alluring green eyes, perfect teeth, well-groomed beard, broad shoulders, and lips good enough to bite. He’d look like a Disney prince if the prince was a broody ahole. Four years ago, a fated meeting led to an inevitable hook-up. Just one. It’s his rule. One-time hook-ups, no information exchanges, and no repeats. I knew that even before he established his boundaries, and he kept his promise. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since.

Before Dominic De Luca broke into my apartment in the middle of the night, I hadn't seen him in 10yrs. It doesn't take long for me to realize that he followed in his father's footsteps into the world of organized crime. After giving me a run-down of what kind of trouble I may be in, he demands I pack my bag and go with him. There's so much uncertainty and chaos in my life, that I go willingly. In hindsight, I shouldn't have.

You’ve heard of these groups–the secretive ones that only the crème de la crème are invited into, the ones outsiders speculate about for centuries–I’m the second in my family invited to attend, but to them, I’m fresh meat. New blood. New money, too. They think they’ll elbow past me, that I’m here for their amusement, for them to walk all over, they’ll find out soon enough that I’m not. I may look like one of them, with my designer bags and clothes straight from the Parisian runways, but I’m not.

When someone tells you who you are, do you believe them? The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately. When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn’t remember a thing – not my name nor how I got there. Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room.

In two weeks, I'm supposed to become the perfect wife. I don't know or like the man my father chose to marry me off to but I have no say in the matter. That's why when I see Rocco Marchetti, the man I've had a crush on my entire life, I decide he'll be my first. We keep stealing glances and hiding smiles, but I want more. I want one night with him. So what if I'm the daughter of the most feared man in organized crime?