Is 'Death Whispered A Lullaby' A Horror Novel?

My father has chosen me to succeed him in the family business. But if I want the job, it comes with stipulations. And one of those stipulations is to never mix business with pleasure. AKA, don't sleep with anyone on the job. My father leads by example, and not once have I ever seen him get involved with anyone, not even his beautiful assistant. That was an easy rule to follow...until Axel. Axel is an expert distributor, someone who knows how to get our product past the ruthless regulations mandated by the government. My father has never had a partner, but he makes an exception for Axel because he's good at what he does. But the second our eyes meet...there's fire. He's by far the most handsome man I've ever seen, and his I couldn't care less attitude makes me weak. But I put up boundaries and reject his advances. But this man doesn't stop until he gets what he wants. One night together becomes the precursor to the most passionate affair of my life. If my father discovers our secret, it'll cost me my career...and it'll cost Axel his life. To make matters worse, I'm falling for this man...and I think he's falling for me too.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

"Okay guys, we're here." "Alright, let's do this!" ~•~•~ Five teenagers decide to go on a dangerous adventure in a dark and hollow abandoned house in a deserted area miles away from their town. The house was rumoured to be a death trap for anyone who steps into it but all they really wanted more than anything was an adventure of their own - well, some of them. But in the end, they never made it out to tell their adventurous story. Twenty years down the line, a dorky and introverted 17year old Isabella Davies, who was a high school final year student decides to go on an adventure of her own in that same house. She barely managed to escape but her normal dorky life turns into a horrifying nightmare overnight as she becomes cursed with a ghost of death.

After Emily died, she encountered an entity called Death. Death's mission is to take Emily to her soul's destination but things took an unexpected turn. Will they find love with each other? Will they surpass all the challenges they will encounter? Learn how to love what you fear the most, with a romantic story that subverts all expectations and boundaries.

Jason and Annabel discover a horrifying side of themselves after going through abuse and neglect—they can bring death. Courted by a strange, shadowless creature, they find themselves elevated from a position of nothingness to power. They would stop at nothing to prove their loyalty to the creature. Perhaps not even at the risk of their own destruction... That is, until they discover other purposes and find themselves entangled in love's meddlesome tentacles.

As long as I can remember, I've been plagued by strange dreams. He comes to me when I sleep, calling out to me with such love. His face is so familiar yet strange to my eyes. Every dream was just that, a dream, until a family heirloom was handed down to me. With the book now open, the man I yearned to see in my sleep... is now real. Thrown back into the 1800's I find myself having to solve the mystery behind the screams that haunted me, and the loving touch from my dreams. How can I save the love that calls to me when my mind is torn between right and wrong? Or will the past make its way to my present world before I can stop it?