Alfred Pope Author Death Novels & Stories

VADIM KERZHAKOV, who lives under the disguise name, ENZO GRAYSON, is the heir to a powerful Russian mafia family,who escaped his world and his duty to live as a college lecturer, hiding secrets while seeking vengeance for his mother's death in secret. Nick Walker, a nineteen-year-old student from a poor background, never meant to cross his path. But one tense encounter pulls them together. What begins as misunderstanding turns into undeniable tension between them, and tension into immeasurable desire between them. As danger closes in on Lorenzo’s hidden past, the hardest thing to protect is love. Both men must have to choose between the lives they know and the love neither expected.

After the most wanted bachelor in Renowoods, Marvin Chambers, lost his memory, he began to pursue me relentlessly. I dated Marvin for three years and fell hopelessly in love with him. Just when I was about to tell him I was pregnant, I overheard a girl who used to bully me say to him, "Thanks for pretending to lose your memory and pulling 99 pranks on Serena just to avenge me. "Once you hit 100, I'll be your girlfriend." That was when I finally understood—Shirley Hunt was the one Marvin had always loved. And I was just the fool he used to make her laugh. Later, I died in a plane crash. Marvin lost his mind searching through the wreckage, only to find a single ring. Inside, it was engraved: [Hope You'll Love Me After 100 Pranks]. They say he collapsed crying in the debris and had to be rushed to the hospital after passing out. When he woke up, he turned against everyone who had helped him prank me. Meanwhile, I stood smiling in the snowstorm of Frontania, watching as my medical records went up in flames. He had faked amnesia to win my heart, so I faked my death to teach him a lesson.

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.

To save her mother, she had no choice but to make the marriage contract withe the mafia,but didn't expect to fall for him.Remeeting him, he uses all means to get her heart.Is there still anything that he still want from her?

She was off-limits. He was forbidden. A reckless bet ignited a love that defied family, secrets and social class. Adina Marisol Rivera had always lived by her carefully mapped plans until she collided with a popular and wealthy playboy,Giovanni Atticus Malvetti. What started as a game of revenge turned into a passion neither of them could resist, dragging them into a world of hidden secrets, family feuds and betrayal. Eight years later, their children and their past forced them back together, proving that some love can’t be broken, no matter the odds.

If I die, will you miss me? At the last minute of her life, she still craves for him,however,he just replied coldly,you do not deserve it.Why? Loving you is more painful than death.

Amaya was the innocent daughter of Alpha James, a cruel and vicious Alpha. She gave up everything to stop his cruelty, all for love. But instead of being rewarded, she was betrayed. Her mate rejected her. Her best friend turned against her. Then she was sold off to Alpha Caius, the deadly warlord people call Death, and her father’s nemesis. Now trapped in his cold, dangerous world, Amaya refuses to break, even when Caius pushes her to the edge. But behind his cold eyes is something more, something old, dark, and deeply broken. And Amaya might be the only one who can reach it… or she might be destroyed trying. Because no one escapes the Alpha of the South. And an omega like Amaya was never meant to survive him, let alone change his fate.

Nadia, once the Luna of her pack, faces false accusations of poisoning her alpha's new mate, Lyra. Forced to drink from the alleged poisoned cup to prove her innocence, Nadia meets a tragic end. However, death marks only the beginning of her journey as she awakens in another girl's body in an unfamiliar forest—a rebirth with unanswered questions. In this new life, Nadia grapples with her identity in a different body. The mysteries of her rebirth unfold, prompting her to contemplate the purpose of this second chance especially with her new mate, Vance. Haunted by the betrayal of her original pack, including her once-beloved Alpha, Nadia faces a choice: will she embark on a quest for revenge to reclaim her rightful place as Luna or will she remain as Iris for the rest of her life?

My brother and I get into a car accident. My heart is ruptured—I need emergency surgery. But my mother, the hospital director, calls every available doctor… to my brother's room. He only has a few scrapes, yet she orders a full-body scan for him while I lie there bleeding out. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop fighting for attention for once? Your brother almost injured a bone!" In the end, I die on the operating table. But after the news of my death breaks, my mother, who has always hated me, completely loses her mind.

Three years into my fake death, my wife and daughter showed up at my door. To get rid of them, I grabbed a knife and threatened to end my life. Then my seven-year-old daughter put her hand on my father's ventilator. Claire Harrison stood beside her, her voice trembling as she delivered her ultimatum. "Wesley, either you see your father suffocate to death, or you come back and be my husband again. Your choice." I was shaking with rage, but I put down the knife and remarried her. Walking back into that familiar villa, I became the Harrison family's model "devoted husband and father." When my foster brother needed her company because he was feeling down, I cleared out and booked myself a hotel. I ended up with a perforated ulcer, went into surgery, and never once called her. When my daughter got picky and said she only wanted her uncle's cooking, I went straight to Dylan's place and brought him back to live with us. Even on my birthday, when Dylan suddenly started crying and said, "I'm so jealous of you, Wesley. You've got such a wonderful wife and kid. Me? I've never even gotten a decent birthday present," I didn't hesitate—I slid the onyx bead bracelet off my wrist and pressed it into his hand. The deep black beads gleamed against his pale skin. But Claire's eyes went red. She grabbed my wrist, her voice sharp as a blade. "Wesley, that was the love token I prayed for you—step by step on my knees—all the way across the Mojave."