Which Invincible Did Rex Kill Novels & Stories

I thought I had it all: a loving husband, a successful career, and a family to call my own. But it was all a lie. Behind the façade of our perfect marriage, my husband was hiding a dark secret. He had two children with another woman - my own niece, whom I had raised as my own. But that was only the beginning. When I finally became pregnant after ten years, my husband's true colors shone through. Despite the doctor's warnings, he refused to sign the papers for a C-section, insisting that I give birth naturally. His stubbornness cost me my life, and that of our unborn child. Or so I thought. But fate has a way of twisting and turning. The next day, I woke up. And with that, a new chapter began. A chapter of revenge, of betrayal, and of redemption. But will I be able to reclaim what's rightfully mine, or will the secrets of my future destroy me?"

Lilith's parents taught her that everyone deserved a second chance, including the devil. But her parents are dead, along side her baby brother, and Lilith doesn't believe that the man responsible is even worth the consideration of second chance. Lilith Hayes and Javier Escobar were childhood best friends and each other's first love. But they got separated at sixteen when Javier's father had a business breakthrough and he had to move to Mexico. Before he left, Lilith and Javier promised to find each other when they got older to continue their love story, but that's just what it was. A silly teenage promise. Because nine years later, when they find each other, they're both on the opposite, yet same sides of the world. Lilith is an undercover FBI agent, sent to infilterate one of the most powerful mafia houses in Mexico–Los Muertos, and to gather dirt on the Head of House. And Javier? He's the Head of Los Muertos. When Lilith infilterates his world under the false name of Dakota Alister, she discovers three things. One: Javier is no longer the chubby nerd she was in love with. He's grown into a sexy ruthless devil who believes that love is just another form of weakness. Two: He still owned every inch of her body and heart, now even more so when he's a hardened criminal with the looks of a god. And even though she hates him to death for killing her family, her Judas of a body still responds to him. Three: The underworld is a game of survival and if she wants to kill him, she has to survive first.

“There’s no way to kill Alpha Penking.” “Maybe there’s one, make sure he has absolute power, never bows to anyone but will crawl to her feet each time she wants it.” Amelia’s first life ended when she was ten—when the most notorious Alpha in New York took everything her father owned and killed him. As if that wasn’t enough, he coerced her father into selling his only daughter before death claimed him. Fifteen years later, Amelia survives as a prostitute, her past buried beneath layers of control, routine, and silence. She lives for two things only: keeping her younger brother alive and nursing the revenge that never died. Every alpha is just a body. Every night is calculated. Her life is controlled—until the night she sleeps with him. The same man who ruined her life. Alpha Penking—feared, untouchable, merciless—without her knowing who he truly is. Yet, her world shatters again. Because Penking knows her. Because he watched her grow in the shadows. Because he knows her real name. Because he is the one who ruined her and owned her. Because he serves her a contract that doesn’t ask—it commands. A contract where she belongs to him. For months. For life. No bargain. No gain. Trapped between hatred and a bond she never consented to, Amelia begins counting the only freedom she has left—ten ways to kill Alpha Penking. But revenge grows complicated when obsession turns mutual, when power bleeds into possession, and when an impossible consequence binds them forever. Because the man she plans to kill now owns her body… And the child growing inside her might decide who survives.

EZREN: Kiss or kill. Those were always the two options left.. until the past walks back into my life in the form of blue eyes, ginger curls, and a tattoo he swears I should remember. Knox Graye. A diagnosed psychopath. Says he was my brother’s boyfriend. That I left him to die and that I hold the only truth to his death. He is everywhere. Digging up my lies. Ruining what’s left of my life. Call me ‘Cherry’ like it means something. I swear I hate it. I hate him. I don’t know if he wants closure, revenge, or just someone to break. Either way, I’m his target and his third option. KNOX: Everyone thinks I’ve got a loose screw in the head but they're wrong. I lost the whole damn toolbox, buried six feet under with the only person I ever loved. I've spent six years grieving. Dying in pieces while he rots away in a grave but now? Now someone else walk around in his bones, smiling with his lips like he fuckin’ owns it. Like I wouldn’t recognize my own goddamn Cherry. Except now he calls himself Ezren. Cute. He thinks he has been hiding behind top grades and golden-boy charm, but I built his whole damn maze. And now that he's close? I’m done with subtlety. I want chaos in his veins, his secrets peeled off like skin. I want to crawl into the part of his head where he still hears his brother’s laugh and whisper: “You were always mine." He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to dismantle him. Brick by fucking brick. And when he finally breaks, I’ll be there to offer him a choice. “Kiss or kill, Cherry?”

"I love you very much dad, but we've talked about this. I'm not getting married now... or later even, so stop trying to convince me, it won't work." *************** Meet Amelia Phidelia Naa Shika Washington, a twenty-six year old black American woman who has assured herself and everyone else around her that she would never be tied down to any man in marriage. But despite her staunch belief in her assertion, her mother, Kelly Shirley Washington... a loving, religious mum, and drama queen extraordinaire seems to have other plans. Watch the drama unfold, as Mia battles her mother in a never-ending clash of wills, while dealing with an uncontrollable crush on her boss, and a huge pain in her ass... Antonio Valdez. This is war. But who will emerge victorious? Why don't you read and find out?

It had been ten years, and Ethan—my mate—and I still didn’t have a pup. One day, he suggested we adopt one from the Werewolf Orphan Charity Agency. “My mate,” he said gently, “pregnancy is too hard for you. You’d have to go through so many checkups and herbs. Your wolf shouldn’t have to suffer like that.” When others heard this, they all said Ethan loved me deeply—that he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. But I saw the truth with my own eyes. He took an infant pup from another she-wolf. “Luckily, Mia isn’t pregnant,” he said. “That way, the excuse of adopting an infant works—and the pup can have a legitimate status in my clan.” I knew that she-wolf well. The same one Ethan used to call a “stupid omega.” Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I called my mentor at the Werewolf Research Academy. “I want to devote myself to herb research,” I said calmly. Three days from now, during the pup’s first New Moon blessing, I’ll fake my death in a fire. No one will be able to stop me.

My husband, Gavin Chapman, is giving his secretary, Natasha Gardner, exactly what she wants. He's making her his wife. To pull it off, he fakes a lab accident, pretends to have amnesia, and brings her home. In his office, Gavin wraps his arms around Natasha and murmurs indulgently, "Not just Mrs. Chapman. Even if you want to pretend to be the vice president for a week, I'll let you." My eyes dim, but I let the lie go on. The next day, at a press conference, Gavin holds Natasha's hand and tells the world she's his real wife. He even threatens to kick me out of the company and take over all my research data. Dozens of cameras swivel toward me, waiting for my outburst. But I stay silent and simply sign the termination papers. Gavin doesn't know that the pharmaceutical project he believes will be done in seven days isn't quite finished. There's still one final step, and I'm the only one who knows how to do it.

In the eighth year after breaking up with Tyler Goff, we bump into each other at an international airport. Tyler is in a hurry to fly overseas just to see his wife. I, on the other hand, need to go on an international business trip. After a moment of silence, he gives me a polite nod. "How's life after you're back in the country?" I reply politely that everything is fine on my end. When we're about to board our respective flights, Tyler suddenly turns to look at me. "Rosemary, the truth is, back when you flew thousands of miles just to see me, I was…" The blaring announcement in the airport drowns out what Tyler has to say to me. I don't bother listening to him. Instead, I turn on my heel and walk away. Back then, when I lost contact with my home country for eight hours, Tyler came clean about the life he had shared with another woman. I'm so glad that the thousands of miles stretching between two different cities have given me a chance to see through Tyler's actual colors as well as the nature of this wretched relationship.

Francesa has one mission. It is to bring down the De Luca empire from the inside. Disguised as a man named Franco, she earns her place close to the heir she swore to kill. But nothing prepares her for Matteo- the man who gives her the most unforgettable night of her life... and the same man she’s meant to destroy. Matteo can’t forget the mystery woman he had a wild night with. Now, he finds himself drawn to Franco in ways that shake everything he thought he knew about himself. As Francesa uncovers a dark secret that could blow everything apart, the lines between hate and desire blur. Will love ruin her revenge or save her from it?

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."