10000 Book(s) Related to won the lottery before the apocalypse hoarding in my manor

One minute I'm reborn before the apocalypse, the next my account's 80 million dollars richer.
Two older brothers, a manor, supplies for days, my family owns the end times.
Scumbag gets face-slapped, zombies get sidelined, and I pick up a gorgeous man along the way.
I thought I'd just kick back and be an apocalypse rich lady, until someone surrounds the manor, rolling up on the manor to snatch at my man.
— Sorry, my space is stocked enough to keep him for a few lifetimes.
Before I even got to do anything, the "poor little thing" they came to snatch has already wiped the floor with the whole crowd.
Then he shuffles over looking all pathetic: "Please don't throw me away."

Dr. Mara Venn had survived twelve years in trauma medicine by trusting what she could prove: blood pressure, pupil response, scan results, time of death.

Then blue letters appeared in the air outside Mercy Gate Medical Center, warning her not to enter an operating room.

The patient was already dead.

The surgery was a trap.

And if Mara went back inside, a powerful hospital family would bury a man's death under her name.

They burned me alive in a corporate lab. Then I woke up ninety days before the world ended.

Six years in the wasteland taught me one brutal truth: the fiancé I trusted sold my power to Apex, signed the order that locked my family outside the gates, and left them to die. Now I'm back in my younger body, with my whole family still alive and ninety days to make sure they stay that way.

I know what's coming. Radiation, acid rain, spore fog, a deep freeze to minus forty, and an eternal night that will swallow what's left of civilization.

So I'm draining every line of credit I can borrow, turning an old Cold War missile silo into a fortress, and filling my pocket dimension with enough supplies to outlast the apocalypse. As for the man who betrayed me? I'm robbing him blind, vault by vault.

"Last time I was too weak to do anything but survive," I told my brother. "This time I'm settling accounts."

But there's one variable I never planned for.

The stranger who died beside me in that reactor—the one who burned through his own life to save mine—is alive again. He's human, he's my new next-door neighbor, and somehow, he's been dreaming about me.

"I have dreamed about you. Repeatedly."

I know what he becomes: the red-eyed monster the entire wasteland fears, the man who saves humanity only to be betrayed and burned by the very people he protected.

This time, I've planned for every disaster, every enemy, every betrayal.

Except him.

In November 2029, a sudden cataclysm swept across the globe. A mutated virus reduced millions to mindless zombies, while devastating storms and bitter cold raged across the continents. Old world currency and laws crumbled completely. Genetic awakening warped both humans and wild animals. To survive, survivors hunt zombies and mutated creatures in exchange for rewards issued by the safe zones.

Before the collapse, Daisy Harlow worked as a regular tech intern in San Francisco. A last minute anonymous alert saved her from the first wave of disaster, yet she still fell victim to the viral plague. Miraculously, she kept her human mind intact. As a sentient zombie, she has cold skin, no pulse, and damaged vocal cords that rob her of speech. She also wields a one of a kind quantum cube space where time freezes, letting her hoard limitless stockpiles of vital supplies.

When Carter Raines, captain of the Alpha Special Team, locates Daisy trapped within a crumbling apartment building, long buried feelings stir to life. He has carried a quiet love for Daisy since middle school, and he defies official safe zone rules to protect this singular zombie anomaly. Base researchers examine her bizarre physiology without malice, but Daisy must still hide what she truly is from most survivors. The tight knit Alpha Squad endures life or death trials side by side, looking out for each other and shielding Daisy in combat. In turn, she becomes the team’s indispensable mobile supply backbone.

Hounded by ravenous zombie hordes and the unforgiving wasteland, will Daisy cling to her slowly fading humanity? After years of unspoken longing, can Carter and Daisy forge a shared future amid the wreckage?

Emma is no hero. She's just an ordinary person—cowardly, zero survival instinct, and fully prepared to lie down and die the moment the zombies show up. And she does. Again. And again. And again.

Every time she dies, she gets a do-over—but the respawn window keeps changing, and so does her strategy:

5 minutes early: She joins the zombie horde without even feeling the pain. Dead.

1 hour early: She rushes home to hide. Dead.

1 day early: She panic-hoards supplies. Dead.

1 month early: She installs solar panels and water purifiers. Dead.

1 year early: She builds a copper-walled fortress. Dead.

3 years early: She constructs a sunlit farm—and finally survives!

…Only to outlive the entire human race, alone in a world of the dead. Dead again.

When she respawns once more, Emma finally snaps: Surviving isn't working! Get up! Fight!

She takes up martial arts, trains hard, and punches out the very first infected zombie… Dead.

Turns out fighting doesn't work either. She switches to medicine… Dead.

She grits her teeth and keeps dying—over and over—because the only way out is through. She will die until she lives.

Alice Cole spent her entire life building herself from nothing. As an orphan with no family name or fortune, she relied on her intelligence to survive and eventually became the hidden force behind her husband Jason Cole’s billion-dollar empire.

She helped him rise from an ambitious businessman into a powerful CEO. But after Jason gained everything he wanted, he betrayed her. On their anniversary, Jason gave Alice a beautiful blue diamond necklace and claimed it was a priceless luxury gift. But Alice soon discovered the truth: the necklace was fake, and the real diamond was given to his mistress, Vivian Laurent.

Heartbroken, Alice decides to divorce him. But before she can throw away the fake necklace, it suddenly activates. Inside the pendant is a hidden secret that reveals a terrifying vision of the future: a deadly virus, collapsing cities, and humans turning into monsters. The zombie apocalypse will begin in 60 days.

Desperate for answers, Alice is pulled back into the world of Tate Harlan, the cold billionaire heir she once knew from the Harlan Foundation. But Tate is no ordinary businessman. He is the leader of H Project, a secret organization preparing for the end of the world.

As civilization falls and the dead rise, Alice must uncover the truth behind the necklace, survive the apocalypse, and face the people who underestimated her.

"Lilith," Raymond murmured, "You have feelings for me... don't you?"

A shiver went down Lilith's spine and goosebumps broke out on her skin. He took a step closer and held her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles as he waited for her to answer.

"I... I can't Your Majesty. It's wrong." she said.  

"That's not what I asked you." he gripped her hand. "So let me ask you again. Do you like me?"


Lilith is a lover of history, majoring in it in college is all she wants. That, and attending the occasional reenactment of fancy balls held in the 1800s. But when she suddenly finds herself back in the time when those fancy balls actually happened, she is distraught beyond belief and ends up bumping- literally- into Raymond Cavill, a cold-hearted Duke, known for not giving any women a second glance.

Leo Vance dies for the hundredth time in the ruined world of 2047, his body torn apart by a powerful Chitter Alpha. For ten years he has survived in a nightmare where alien creatures called Chitters overrun Earth. Death has become familiar to him, but this time something unexpected happens. Instead of waking up days or weeks in the past like before, his consciousness is thrown ten full years back—to October 31st, 2037, the exact moment the mysterious event known as the Veilfall began.

Leo keeps the memories, experience, and survival instincts he gained from a decade of brutal fighting. However, his body is once again that of his younger self, weaker and untrained. While the world around him still looks normal, he knows that within hours society will collapse as dimensional rifts tear open the sky and release the first wave of Chitters.

This time, Leo discovers something strange. Any firearm he touches never runs out of ammunition. It is an impossible power in a world where survival usually depends on rare weapons and limited resources. The bullets may be infinite, but Leo’s stamina, sanity, and humanity are not.

As the Veil changes reality, a mysterious system appears. Humans can gain experience by killing Chitters, allowing them to Level Up and awaken abilities connected to something called Aether. Victories produce Treasure Orbs—glowing spheres that contain weapons, technique manuals, enhancement serums, and other powerful items.

Armed with his knowledge of the future and his strange infinite-ammo ability, Leo sets out to change the fate of humanity. He must survive the first days of chaos, guide key allies, and stop the disasters he once witnessed. But altering the timeline may demand terrible choices, and Leo must decide how much of his humanity he is willing to sacrifice to save the world.

The folder slid across the table toward Hannah's husband. Sign here. Family helps family.

What the Whitfields never once thought to wonder was that the quiet daughter-in-law they'd spent four years bleeding had almost three million dollars they couldn't see.

She'd hidden it for one reason: to keep the only good man in that family from being turned into their wallet.

Now they wanted his signature. His house. His name on their debt.

They had spent a lifetime underestimating the quiet one.

They were about to learn what that costs.

To save my girlfriend, I crippled my right leg, reducing myself to the lowest scum in the shelter for anyone to trample on.

In return, I watched her nestle in the leader’s arms, using perfume in disgust to mask her nausea at my festering wound. To prove her loyalty to her new lover, she coldly looked down at me and pressed the release switch, plunging my broken body into a waste pit dozens of meters deep.

Waiting below were thousands of pale, starving skeletal claws.

They thought they had simply discarded an eyesore, free to continue their comfortable lives up in the high tower. Little did they know, the Dark-Gold tier virus dormant within my ruined leg finally awakened, triggered by the scent of fresh blood.

When the endless zombie horde fell to their knees at my feet, letting out whimpers of absolute submission, I knew—it was time for me to rewrite the rules of survival in this wasteland.

After the apocalypse began, my husband's female assistant stole my viral experiment data for the ninth time. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her publicly.
My husband said I was just jealous of her, punished me by making me apologize to her in front of everyone, and demoted me.
Later, he sweet-talked me, promising compensation.
The next day, his true love showed up at the lab wearing his family heirloom necklace.
"François felt so bad about me being falsely accused yesterday that he gave me his family necklace."
"I heard this necklace is supposed to go to his wife. Oh, Andrea, you're not mad, are you?"
I just smiled. "Not mad at all. Trash belongs with trash—you two are perfect for each other."
François immediately snapped, "It's just a necklace. No need to be so nasty about it."
"Apologize to Caro right now, or I'll kick you out of the lab and divorce you!"
Watching François defend Caro, I didn't get angry at all.
Once I'm gone, his zombie virus research won't get anywhere.

After regaining her sight, Eleanor West witnessed her ex-boyfriend’s betrayal with her own eyes and was left utterly cold. To escape San Francisco, she entered Blackwood Manor as “Isabella” and married Alexander, the man who truly controlled the Sterling family—a man rumored to be cruel, ruthless, and afflicted by a strange illness.
But after the wedding, she began to realize that nothing in the manor was accidental. Alexander knew all her preferences and kept her by his side. And through one crisis after another, she went from being the one protected to the only one who could stand beside him.
Then she discovered that what Alexander truly had to fight was not just the family’s internal strife and outside enemies, but his own illness. And the only medicine that could save him had been taken by a mysterious figure.
When the truth of the substitute marriage, a ten-year secret love, and the mystery of her identity all surfaced at once, Eleanor finally understood—she had thought she was merely a replacement in this marriage, but she had always been the one he chose.
Yet just as the medicine was about to be within reach, a DNA report revealed an even more terrifying truth: she was neither Eric’s daughter nor Diana’s daughter.
So—who exactly is she?

Eleanor's younger brother's reckless romance drags her into the world of wealth, power, and scandal, Eleanor finds herself face-to-face with the man she loves to hate, Marcus Green, who portrayed like he had no room for emotions until Eleanor stormed into his life like a hurricane. She challenged him, defied him, and somehow got under his skin like no one ever had.
He frustrates Eleanor into getting married to him after a one-off intense and passionate love-making. But, Eleanor gave one shocking condition, no physical intimacy--both must confront the walls they've built around their hearts.
The Beast of Green Manor is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers story filled with tension, emotion, and the kind of love that changes lives, because sometimes, the person you hate the most… is the only one who truly sees you.

I thought I was the luckiest person in the apocalypse.
My brother, a former special forces soldier, brought me supplies so I wouldn't have to face the horrors above ground.
My girlfriend comforted me over the radio, saying she'd cry in my arms once we could finally get out.
I lived underground for three years, grateful like a domesticated dog.
Until that day, when I pushed open the door, smelled fresh grass, and saw the swimming pool in the sunlight—that's when I understood that the so-called apocalypse was never outside, but behind the door they had locked me in.

"No one has ever injured their eyesight from looking at the bright side" I tell him.

"Well then, I'm sorry to inform you that there's a rampant need for glasses today" he replies.


Lorraine Stuart, your not so normal typical young woman. With having to deal with the disappearance of her twin brother to trying to cope with her hot-tempered father whilst striving to find herself amidst it all. Things have definitely been difficult for her.

But what happens when she is thrown into a fake engagement with Alexander Wayne, a hazel-eyed cocky man whom she detests.

Not to worry, the feelings mutual. At least that's what they thought.

As feelings are emitted, secrets unraveled, mysteries solved, will she be able to hold herself firm?

Will those two begin to fall in love, or would it just be an engagement pact?

And most of all, would they be able to protect themselves just before the storm?

Evelyn died a brutal death in the zombie apocalypse. Betrayed by her boyfriend and her best friend, she was thrown into a horde of the undead — all because they stole her grandmother’s heirloom ring. She never suspected the ordinary family ring held hidden spatial power.

She wakes up three days before the zombie apocalypse strikes. Given a second shot at life, her number-one mission is to save her only remaining family: her older brother Ethan. Using her hacker skills, she pulls together massive funds to stockpile mountains of critical supplies all across San Francisco and Los Angeles.

On her deadly journey, Evelyn crosses paths with Seth. A quiet, mute man with no heartbeat and ice-cold skin. Fully conscious and sharp-minded, he bears scars from cruel human experiments run by a secret remote mountain research facility. He wields terrifying superhuman strength. Dangerous as he is, Seth swears unwavering loyalty and will lay down his life to protect Evelyn.

Alongside sharp-witted tech specialist Jo and the formidable Seth, Evelyn travels zombie-infested highways toward Los Angeles to reunite with Ethan.

Betrayal, bloodthirsty mutated zombies, buried institute conspiracies, and an unexpected slow-burn romance await her. Can Evelyn outlast the cruel wasteland, keep the people she cares about alive, and build a safe haven from the ruins?

Before the apocalypse hit, my ex-girlfriend called me, laughing like a maniac: "Jack, you pathetic loser—still playing that stupid farming game? Gonna whack zombies with a hoe? Open the door right now, get on your knees, and beg us, and maybe we'll throw you some table scraps."
I listened to the faint scrape of a tactical knife being drawn on the other end of the line, and silently glanced at my computer screen—at the maxed-out Greenfield Manor game, with its gold cap glowing at [999,999,999] .
"You misheard." I dropped my voice, lacing it with just the right amount of embarrassment. "I was checking the weather forecast."
The other end erupted in unrestrained laughter: "Then forecast this—how you're gonna die today!"
I hung up without changing my expression, flipped open the system, and spent a million on the [Absolute Defense Shield] —then brought out a steaming plate of roasted meat.
Forecast?
I forecast that tonight, you'll be gnawed down to bare bones by zombies.

“Sheridan, Link gave me hope to live this past year. I’m pregnant with his child now. He’s been malnourished since he was a baby. Could you be a little more generous and give him half of your food?”

"To quell the rumors, give him the commander's authority as well! Consider it proof of your tolerance, and that way everyone will accept our family of three!"

Looking at my fiancée, who was heavily pregnant and had a saintly glow on her face, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

Five years of entrusting each other with life and death have resulted in this scene.

Alright, I'll grant your wish.

Without arguing or making a scene, I readily signed the power transfer agreement, removed my epaulets, and walked without looking back into the underground forbidden zone that everyone feared.

There, a crazy witch with a morbid possessiveness toward me is imprisoned.

Sylvia thought that after I relinquished power, I would only be able to kneel in the mud like a stray dog and watch them be affectionate.

But she had no idea that I was the one who had the safety net for her throughout the entire city!

After losing my protection, the system completely crashed within a few days.

That freeloader completely dropped his pretense, not only beating her half to death with domestic violence, but also attempting to invade her private space.

When she crawled to the gate of the restricted area covered in blood, crying and begging me for forgiveness and to save her life.

I was being held in the arms of that aloof witch, watching the pretty boy who had come looking for me:

"The experiment actually spoke, darling..."

Valorn had been planning the war for years.
Their greatest general already knew that Eldara's army could not be defeated on a battlefield — not as long as one man was standing at the front of it. So instead of attacking the wall, they went looking for the crack.
They found it.
His name was Dane.
Recruited when the war begins, Dane becomes, through brutal training and shared missions, the soldier Captain Rhett trusts above all others. His right hand. The one Rhett risks everything to protect when a spy mission behind enemy lines nearly costs them both their lives.
But Dane has been carrying wounds.
Three of them. Each one small. Each one unintentional. Each one left to fester in silence — until Valorn knocked on the door that offense had already unlocked.
He told himself it was justice.
He did not tell himself the truth.
What follows is the story of a nation built from nothing by one ordinary man's extraordinary vision and how that nation was not destroyed by its enemies, but from the inside, by one soldier's unhealed heart.
The enemy that destroyed Eldara never wore Valorn's uniform.
It wore Eldara's own colors. It had Eldara's own name.
It was called offense.

MURDER IN THE MANOR (A LACEY DOYLE COZY MYSTERY—BOOK 1) is the debut novel in a charming new cozy mystery series by Fiona Grace. Lacey Doyle, 39 years old and freshly divorced, needs a drastic change. She needs to quit her job, leave her horrendous boss and New York City, and walk away from the fast life. Making good on her childhood promise to herself, she decides to walk away from it all, and to relive a beloved childhood vacation in the quaint English seaside town of Wilfordshire.Wilfordshire is exactly as Lacey remembers it, with its ageless architecture, cobblestone streets, and with nature at its doorstep. Lacey doesn’t want to go back home—and spontaneously, she decides to stay, and to give her childhood dream a try: she will open her own antique shop.Lacey finally feels that her life is taking a step in the right direction—until her new star customer turns up dead.As the newcomer in town, all eyes are on Lacey, and it’s up to her to clear her own name.With a business to run, a next-door neighbor turned nemesis, a flirty baker across the street, and a crime to solve – is this new life all that Lacey thought it would be?Book #2 in the series—DEATH AND A DOG—is also available for preorder!

On my coronation night, my beloved Alpha placed the Luna’s crown upon my head and declared before everyone, “From this day on, you are my Luna.”

When I awoke, I lay in a ruined room without windows. My wrists were scarred from cuts, and my account held nothing but debt.

Worse, my wolf had vanished along with my husband.

Searching for him, I entered a man-eating parking garage, walked into a monster-run barbecue restaurant, and cleared away the garbage monsters had left throughout the city.

On the way, an aristocratic scientist burned the data for me. As he was marched to the tribunal, he smiled and told me not to look back.

A marshal revered by millions tore off his own insignia and shielded me from every gun barrel across the dome.

I always thought I had let them down.

Only when I reached the end of the world did that familiar figure finally turn around. As tenderly as before, he asked,

“My lily, do you still love me?”

Every person I had met who loved me had been him all along.

He was also the one who had turned this world into a wasteland.

And I was once the only person in the world who had nearly killed him.

My brother was jealous after I won a $50 million lottery jackpot, so he tricked me into believing an extreme ice-age apocalypse was coming.
Because I trusted him, I spent every last dollar my parents and I had—fortifying the house and stockpiling supplies.
Two weeks later, he told me that there was no coming apocalypse. It had all been a lie.
Just when I was drowning in despair, hail started falling in the middle of summer.
The deep freeze apocalypse had really begun.

When they threw me overboard, they thought a man with a broken leg couldn't possibly come back alive. When the floodwaters engulfed the world, turning land into a graveyard, I found a forgotten submarine in the deep sea. From underwater, I built my empire step by step . Not by pity, not by luck. By the time the survivors of this sea finally realized what lay beneath the surface, I no longer needed to hide. They called me the Deep Sea Ghost. I didn't care what they called me. I knew only one thing—from this day forward, this sea was mine to rule.

My brother's first day on the job, and the new intern, Ashley Pratt, accuses him of trying something with her in the break room.

In my last life, I panicked under all those judging stares and my father screaming at me over the phone. I grabbed my brother by the shoulder and forced him to bow and apologize to her, tried to pay her off to make it go away.

She turned around and leaked the wire transfer online instead, twisted it into a story about rich people paying to buy back their good name. The backlash spiraled out of control. My brother couldn't take the flood of hate anymore and jumped from the roof. He hit the ground and there was nothing left of him to recognize.

My father used my failure to handle it as an excuse to push me off the board. I ended up watching the woman responsible climb over my brother's grave and take the CEO seat at Merritt Industries.

Fate is giving me a second shot.

My brother reaches for me, eyes rimmed red. "Camille, I swear I didn't do anything."

I pull him behind me and look down at the woman crying on the floor.

"She's saying you assaulted her? Fine. Let's call the cops."

My husband stole my supplies. My best friend stole my husband.

And when the world froze, they left me outside to die.

I begged them to open the door. They laughed.

Even my own family turned me away.

I died alone in the snow, hating everyone I had ever trusted.

But when I opened my eyes again, it was summer.

Thirty days before the apocalypse.

This time, I won't beg. I won't forgive. And I certainly won't die for anyone.

With a mysterious ability to store unlimited supplies, I'm preparing for the winter that will bury the world.

Everything is going according to plan.

Until I meet him.

Zangweila Rupert. Cold, powerful, and dangerously perceptive. The only stranger who showed me kindness before I died.

He keeps appearing when I'm in danger. He asks questions I can't answer. And the closer he gets, the harder it becomes to protect my secrets.

I promised myself I'd never trust another man.

But as the temperature plummets and the people who betrayed me come hunting for what I have, I face a terrifying choice.

Do I trust the man who could save my life... or risk losing everything to someone I might fall in love with?

Because this time, the cold isn't the only thing that could kill me.

They called him the Ashborn, not just a title, but a mockery.

In the divine order of the Aurealis Academy, where angels trained, ranked, and rose according to the purity of their light, Elias Vorne was the standing joke. No wings fully formed at sixteen. No light is strong enough to pass a standard test. The weakest initiative in three centuries of recorded history, they said, which was not the kind of record anyone wanted to hold.

He had heard it so many times, he had stopped flinching.

"Nothing. Again."

The Seraph Commander's voice was flat as a blade laid on a table. Around the testing hall, two hundred initiates watched Elias pull his hand back from the sacred flame that had burned bright gold for every student before him and produced, for him, nothing at all. Not a flicker, nor a glow, nor even the faint warmth that the weakest angels managed.

His palm had come back cold.

"Perhaps Ashborn needs another year."

The laughter was not unkind, exactly. It was the laughter of people who had stopped taking something seriously. Elias stood in front of two hundred divine initiates and let it wash over him the way he had learned to, like water over stone. You cannot erode stone with laughter. You cannot break what has been decided; it will not break.

What none of them knew, what Elias himself did not know, was why the flame went cold when he touched it.

Not because he had no power, but because what lived inside him was not light.

Somewhere in the city beyond the Academy walls, a woman with ink-dark eyes and the patient stillness of someone who had been waiting a very long time looked up from her work and felt the moment the seal shifted.

I lost everything the night my family was killed. Since then, I have lived for one thing alone: vengeance.

Dragged from the ruins of my home and taken straight into the empire of the man responsible for it all, I should have died with them.

But they made one mistake.

They left me alive.

Now I stand among them, hiding my rage behind silence, waiting for the moment to strike.

Torin finds himself ensnared by feelings for me, feelings he does not dare speak of. But he is not alone. His own son is caught in the same pull, bound to me by that same forbidden desire.'

But I chose Duke.

He was supposed to be my way in, a weakness, a weapon. But the closer I get, the more dangerous he becomes, not to my plans, but to my heart.

Driven by a haunting prophecy, Torin summoned every supernatural force across the eight realms, bending them to his command. His determination to defy the fate foretold made him formidable, almost unstoppable.

Yet the question lingers: will his ultimate design be enough to silence the coming war with the Celestials? Will I refuse fate and love and become their nightmare, the apocalypse’s captive queen?

In my previous life, an extreme cold apocalypse descended.

I risked my life nine times over to evolve into a high-tier Ice Plains Wolf, and just to find a piece of meat to keep my fiancée alive, I frantically tore apart wild beasts in the snow. Yet I was betrayed by her and her lover—they cut out my heart with an ice blade!

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn half a month before the apocalypse!

Time was running out. To awaken the highest tier of beast-human form, I needed an enormous amount of meat to provide energy.

Sports cars? Ocean-view villas? Billions in assets? I wanted none of it!

I immediately dumped my manipulative fiancée, liquidated all my assets into cash, bought a fully enclosed fortified meat processing plant, and frantically stockpiled hundreds of thousands of tons of high-calorie raw meat!

The extreme cold arrived as expected, turning the entire city into a frozen hellscape.

The scumbag pair who betrayed me in my previous life now knelt outside my impregnable airlock door, crying pitifully and begging me for scraps.

I stepped out of my fortress and looked down at them with claws sharp enough to tear through steel:

"Want meat? Go to hell and eat dirt!"

In my last life, the heatwave collapse began with me turning an abandoned warehouse into a safe zone. I stocked it, fortified it, and brought my girlfriend inside. That same night, she slid the bolts open from within and let an armed crew storm the place. They threw me out to die.

I survived the heat, only to learn too late that it was just the warning. The real purge came next, when brutal cold hit overnight and froze me to death in the snow.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself back one month before disaster.

While everyone else rushed to buy water and fans, I was the only one who knew the heat was just the beginning. The deep freeze was what would really wipe people out.

This time, I explained nothing. I poured everything I had into diesel, insulation, winter stoves, generators, and turned that warehouse into a fortress built for the cold.

She came again, just like before. This time, I never let her through the door. So she ran straight to the armed gang and had them surround my warehouse for three full days.

She thought trapping me inside meant she’d already won.

What she didn’t know was that in just a few more days, the freeze would arrive.

And the people outside had no fuel, no winter gear, no way to stay warm.

They weren’t waiting for me to break.

They were waiting for their own deaths.

On the day the apocalyptic flood swallowed the city, I died on a fractured overpass.

The man who crushed my fingers under his boot was my brother-in-law, the very man I had sacrificed everything to support. And standing safely out of reach, watching coldly as the muddy torrent swallowed me whole, was my supposedly sweet and devoted fiancée. In her arms, she fiercely clutched her "son"—who was hoarding the last of my survival rations.

In the very last second of my life, she nestled into the arms of her ex-boyfriend and left me with a single, contemptuous sneer: "Let's go. Forget about this useless trash."

It turned out that working my fingers to the bone and emptying my life savings had all been a pathetic joke—a long con orchestrated by a pack of bloodsucking parasites.

But when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one year before the apocalypse began.

My fiancée was standing there, holding a cup of hot coffee and sweetly begging me to invest another million into her brother's business.

I just smiled, gently pushed her hand away, and turned around to liquidate every single asset to my name. With that money, I secretly constructed a state-of-the-art, deep-sea underground fortress.

Later, when the monstrous floodwaters inevitably tore the city apart, they stood on the balcony of their doomed mansion, desperately falling to their knees and begging my icebreaker for salvation.

Sitting inside my perfectly secure command cabin, I took a leisurely sip of hot coffee and softly gave the order:

"Open fire. Don't let this trash dirty my deck."

In my past life, I was betrayed by my fiancée and my tycoon boss, and thrown alive into a mutated swarm to be torn apart.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn fifteen days before the multidimensional catastrophe! Facing my vain ex-boyfriend who was still threatening to break off our engagement and buy me luxury bags, I sneered and decisively blocked him, instantly awakening a "Beast-Level Infrastructure System."

Hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? Too narrow-minded! I directly infiltrated the polar regions with my geeky best friends, tampered with central permissions, and seized my tycoon boss's invincible fortress—a multi-billion dollar investment with a nuclear reactor!

When the catastrophe erupted and gravity collapsed, my boss and ex-girlfriend, dragging their mangled bodies, knelt outside the ten-meter-thick tungsten steel door, frantically kowtowing, begging to be brought in as dogs. I, however, holding a Romanée-Conti, coldly pressed the gravity strangulation button.

The Abyss Era, the Old Gods are all dead. On this wasteland, only I sit high on my icy throne, establishing absolute laws.

When the world is only three days away from ending, billionaire landlord Julian Vance accidentally inherits a mysterious relic left behind by a dead tenant. The artifact reveals the truth: Earth will soon become part of Godsfall, where money becomes worthless and only Life Points can buy strength, skills, and even life itself.

Betting everything on an unbelievable prophecy, Julian sells his entire fortune before civilization collapses. Armed with the legendary Eternal Star Core, a priceless discount ability, and the Supreme Talent Warden of All Beasts, he enters the new world with one goal—

Become the strongest before anyone else even understands the rules.

As kingdoms rise, monsters evolve, and humanity fights for survival, Julian discovers that the greatest enemy isn't the apocalypse...

It's the people willing to kill for power.

This book revolves around a brother and sister. The opening of the book is from the future around 2030 where goes into flashback with the conversations in the year 2020 where Mother Earth had seen one of the worst health crisis- the Corona virus Pandemic. it revolves around the situations happening in India and also few parts of the world. This book would be a tribute to all those unsung covid warriors- be it doctors, nurses, police and even media personnel. They have been fighting against this invisible virus relentlessly and continuously with a hope of winning against it, yes they will.
Lets hope for a better future ahead with this novel insight.
Hello, myself Dr. Akshitha H M. A doctor by profession and an amateur novelist. I always had this burning desire to carve my niche in literature field. This pandemic came somewhat as a boon to me to get my time out of busy schedule and pen down my thoughts into words. Among many worst things in this year, one amazing thing which happened to me is this novel.

Thanks to the pandemic in a sense. I have also started
blogging and poetry writing too.

After Grandpa passed away, he left two inheritances behind.
One was an underground shelter costing over a hundred million yuan.
The other was a crumbling old house on the brink of collapse in the village.
My younger sister Su Rou rushed to pick the underground shelter first, so I settled for the old house.
No one expected an extreme cold apocalypse to descend just days later.
Su Rou moved into the shelter with her boyfriend.
But her boyfriend leaked the gate password, attracting a mob of thugs.
Su Rou was reduced to their plaything, trapped in a fate worse than death.
As for me, I discovered the old house’s cellar connected to a natural underground hot spring. I managed to survive by sheer luck.
When Su Rou heard the news, she was consumed by envy. She led the thugs straight to me, forcing me to take her place.
"Sister, you’ve always been the nicest to me since we were kids. You’ll save me, right? You take my place and serve them instead."
I could no longer endure the humiliation. I set fire to the place and died alongside them all.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the very moment we chose the inheritances.
Seeing Su Rou pick the run-down old house without the slightest hesitation, I knew she had also been reborn.
I bowed my head to hide all my emotions, then silently chose the underground shelter.
My dear sister… that drafty, ramshackle old house is nowhere near as wonderful as you think it is.

My boyfriend bet his best friend a Porsche that I'd never cheat.

For months, his best friend did everything he could to get me into bed, and my boyfriend sat back and kept score.

He won the car. I found out by accident, one day too early.

So I stopped being the girl they were so sure of.

Let's see how he likes it when I finally say yes.

In front of all his friends. In front of him.

In his previous life, Evan risked his life to protect his fiancée and brothers in the apocalypse, only to be pushed off the fortress and fed to zombies. She thought she had obtained the address of the supply warehouse, but he had already been watching her affair with her lover on surveillance cameras.

Thinking she had his Noah's Ark, she was thrown into an empty warehouse on the day the virus broke out, and then sold as a bargaining chip by the mob.

When the zombie horde surged in, his former "white moonlight" and "true love" knelt before the fortress gate, begging him to open it.

Evan coldly uttered: "This time, it's your turn to taste despair."

In the early morning hotel room, Jocelyn awakens from the bed after passion, with scattered clothing on the floor bearing witness to last night's madness. The man behind her asks in a low voice: "One more time?" She coldly refuses: "No, I need to go find my husband." This seemingly absurd one-night stand is actually her carefully orchestrated revenge—hiring a male escort to get back at her cheating husband, yet mistaking the immensely powerful Herman Thorne for a bar worker.

Jocelyn Richter was originally a wealthy heiress whose marriage to childhood sweetheart Ashton Rowland seemed perfect but was built on lies. When her parents died in a suspicious car crash, she discovered her husband's affair with pregnant college student Lillian, shattering the illusion of a perfect marriage. Transforming from naive wife to strategic mastermind, she learned to weaponize her beauty, manipulate public opinion, and navigate corporate politics, evolving step by step from victim to controller.

Ashton Rowland is a hypocrite beneath his perfect husband facade. After conveniently developing amnesia, he oscillates between devoted lover and shrewd businessman, embodying the dangerous charm of mistaking possession for love, using emotional manipulation and corporate threats to maintain control over his wife.

Herman Thorne is the head of the nation's top-tier family, yet finds himself deeply attracted to a woman who dares to see him as an equal. Unlike Ashton's conditional love, he expresses care through actions—making breakfast, tending wounds, clearing misunderstandings, hiding a complex heart unaccustomed to vulnerability beneath his powerful exterior.

Jocelyn fights for substantial divorce compensation, investigates the truth behind her parents' death, and navigates dangerous feelings for Herman. She moves with ease through corporate boardroom battles, creates media storms by live-streaming her husband's infidelity exposure, while discovering the connection between her parents' car crash and the Rowland family's dark secrets. In this multi-layered game of business warfare, romantic entanglements, and truth-seeking, she gradually unveils the hypocritical facade of this elite world.

In the final café confrontation, Ashton signs the divorce agreement after receiving a mysterious phone call from his father. Just as he desperately grips Jocelyn's wrist with bloodshot eyes, pleading for another chance to pursue her, a familiar voice rings out: "Let her go." Herman appears at the crucial moment, but the real suspense lies in—what explosive secret was hidden in that phone call? How will the truth about her parents' death reshape everything? As her revenge plan concludes, Jocelyn stands at life's crossroads, facing not only freedom but also increasingly passionate feelings for this man once mistaken as "hired help," and these feelings may be the most dangerous truth of all.

Before the zombie outbreak, I was a hardcore doomsday prepper. I hoarded countless supplies, but when the apocalypse actually arrived, I ended up turning into a zombie myself. Just as I was overwhelmed with panic, my girlfriend and the guy she was cheating on me with brought a mob of thugs to smash down my door...

In my last life, I risked everything to protect my fiancée, only for her to shove me into a horde of zombies with nothing but, "You owed David this."
When I got a second chance, I found myself back right before the rescue chopper took off at the start of the apocalypse.
As I watched her cling to the cabin door, refusing to leave because she was waiting for her ex, I stepped back without hesitation: respect, best wishes, stay together forever. This time, I'm done being the pathetic simp who gets played for a fool.
I snatched the top-tier crystal core first, awakened an apocalyptic-level power, and watched with a cold smile as the cheating couple turned on each other in the middle of a pile of corpses, stabbing and screaming in despair. When the end of the world comes, you deal with the bleeding hearts first—then you rise to godhood.

"You don't deserve this", he breathed. His hand glided against my cheek as I slowly lean into it.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Never mind", he brushes it away. I don't think too much of it, so instead I mumble against his hand.

But what I didn't know is what he said was true. I didn't know that I really never deserved any of this. Because the person I trusted the most has been slowly breaking me. Lying to me

But not just a simple lie. It was a lie that could ruin me. Kill me and shatter my heart into a dozen little pieces. And this lie can even kill the life of another. He slowly ripped me piece by piece with a weapon that was made to end me. A dagger shoved so deeply into his pocket that even I couldn't see all along what it was he was planning

His father sends him on a mission to kill the teenage daughter of the man who killed his mother. That is until, he finds himself wrapped around her finger and in a trance of love. Will he complete his mission or leave the past behind him?

For eight years, Gwendolyn Garcia believed she knew the man she married.

She was wrong.

When Gwendolyn discovers her husband, Roman, has been having an affair, she follows the clues to his mistress's apartment, determined to confront the woman who has invaded her marriage.

But the confrontation takes a horrifying turn.

The woman ends up dead.

Terrified that she has just become a murderer, Gwendolyn cleans the scene and calls the one person she believes she can trust: her husband.

But as the police begin closing in, strange details about that night refuse to make sense. Roman's behavior becomes increasingly suspicious, while secrets from his past slowly surface.

What Gwendolyn thought was a simple affair soon becomes something far more dangerous.

Someone is lying.

Someone is hiding the truth.

And if Gwendolyn wants to protect herself and her children, she must uncover what really happened that night before she becomes the perfect scapegoat for a crime she never intended to commit.

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I'd already won.

Three months. The aurora pulse was still three months out, and I had already died once.

Last time I watched my squad fall one by one, and in the end I dragged a temporal aberration down with me — I didn't even get to close my eyes. This time it's different. My quantum folding talent is still here, and the space inside it is already packed with grain, oil, salt, sugar, heavy-oil generators, water purifiers, and enough weapons and ammunition to fight a war.

So I went and found every last one of my old teammates.

I told them the truth. I told them how to survive. I told them the exact day this world falls apart. The night the aurora came down, all of us awakened — not one of us turned. In the last life, that never happened.

This time we have mutated beasts. We have mutated plants. We have a crew that climbed out of a pile of corpses and will not go quietly again.

But the end of the world was never just about aberrations.

The cannibals, the corpse-farmers, the ones running human experiments, the ones crowning themselves kings over the rubble — not a single one of them gets away.

And of all the enemies out there, the one hardest to kill is said to be able to rewind time and see what's coming.

It's on its way to us.

48-hour countdown to an arctic apocalypse. I asked my wife for $50,000 to buy a system shelter to save our lives, but she told her family I wanted the money to support a mistress. I scraped together $50,000 from various sources and was about to activate the shelter when my wife called, triumphantly telling me she'd already transferred all my assets and was hiding in a luxury villa with her lover.

She didn't know that when the extreme cold arrived, the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows would shatter instantly, and the fireplace wood would last no more than three days.

The only place that could truly sustain life was my shelter.

Now, she's kneeling outside the shelter door...

Reese Calloway doesn't do second chances. Three years after a betrayal that ended her photography career and gutted her confidence, she keeps her world small, controlled, and safely closed. She photographs real estate listings and sleeps with her phone off. She trusts no one.
Cole Mercer is the most hated man in professional hockey and for good reason. His reputation is built on aggression, rule-breaking, and a reckless trade request that shattered his team's championship run. Now he's been suspended, publicly humiliated, and dumped into a court-ordered anger management program with a PR-mandated media project: a documentary that needs a photographer.
They meet in the worst possible way. What starts as a forced, hostile partnership becomes something neither of them can explain, predict, or afford. Because the closer Reese gets to the real Cole Mercer, the more she realizes the story the world is telling about him is wrong. And the closer Cole gets to Reese, the more he understands that the greatest damage in life isn't the kind you see in headlines, it's the quiet kind, carried alone for years.
But when someone is standing behind the lens, the truth has a way of coming into focus.
And not everyone is ready to be seen.

He married her for her name. His first love fell for his wife.

Seraphina Ashbourne was born into one of London's most respected old-money families. But when the Ashbourne fortune collapses, all she has left is a powerful name, a talent for painting, and her grandfather's beloved exhibition hall, now days away from auction.

Then billionaire Cillian Laurent offers her a way out.

Three years of marriage.

$300,000 a month.

And the exhibition hall.

No love. No sex. No interference.

Cillian doesn't want Seraphina's heart. He wants the Ashbourne name for his ambitious new project. His heart already belongs to Saskia Moreau, his beautiful blonde childhood friend and one of the world's most sought-after models.

Seraphina expects Saskia to hate her. Instead, Saskia becomes fascinated by her.

She visits Seraphina's studio. Watches her paint. Flirts with her. Finds excuses to be near her.

What begins as harmless attraction soon becomes something neither woman can control. Saskia is falling for her best friend's wife, and she's falling hard.
Seraphina knows she should keep her distance. Saskia is the woman her husband has loved for years, and their marriage has an expiration date. But every stolen glance, every lingering touch, and every moment together makes it harder to remember that their marriage was supposed to be a loveless arrangement.

Cillian thought Saskia love him, he's wrong.

The woman he married for her name may become the one woman his first love can’t live without.

And Seraphina must decide whether saving her family's legacy is worth losing the woman who has become her heart.

Five years ago, during a passionate sexual encounter, Freya Myers stole sperm from a mysterious and dangerous man, intending to have a genetically superior child. That man was none other than Declan Castle, the ruthless, enigmatic CEO of the globally renowned Castle Group.

Five years later, Freya Myers returns to the city with a pair of exceptionally gifted twins, desperately trying to conceal their existence from the world. But when she interviews for an internship, she unexpectedly encounters Declan Castle—the very same man from years ago—as her interviewer. From then on, Declan Castle becomes a persistent, demonic force haunting her!

Five years ago, a single, desperate mistake changed Freya Myers's life forever. Intending to secure a future with the man of her dreams, she ended up in the wrong room, stealing the 'seed' of the wrong man. That man was Declan Castle—the cold, ruthless, and enigmatic CEO of the world-renowned Castle Group.

Now, Freya has returned to the city as a struggling single mother, hiding a pair of genius twins from the world. When she lands an internship at the Castle Group, she hopes to remain invisible. But fate has other plans. Declan Castle, a man who has remained mysteriously untouched by any woman since that fateful night, instantly senses something familiar about the new designer. He has spent years searching for the woman who 'ruined' him, and now that he has found her, he has no intention of letting her go.

Forced into a high-stakes marriage of convenience with the domineering CEO, Freya must navigate the treacherous waters of high society while desperately guarding her children's true identity. Between a scheming stepmother, jealous socialites, and a series of deadly secrets, the walls are closing in.

What started as a game of cat-and-mouse and a quest for revenge soon ignites into a passion that neither can control. In a world where power is everything and betrayal is a way of life, can Freya protect her heart and her children, or will the relentless Mr. Castle claim everything she’s been trying to hide?

One modern smartphone. Zero social skills. And a world of women who want his "magic."
Arthur lived seventy years as a "good man"a polite way of saying he died a virgin with a literal allergy to women. Touched by his purity, the Goddess Venus offers him a second chance in another realm of Venhus. But thanks to a divine blunder, Arthur wakes up as a 20 year old scrawny, powerless orphan in a world where women rule with magic and steel.
His only lifeline? A Spectral Smartphone that can order anything from Earth...from Glocks and Kevlar to Flamin' Hot Cheetos. The catch: the currency is Venus Points (VP), earned only through physical and romantic intimacy.
For a man who breaks out in hives during a handshake, Arthur is in a comedic hell. To survive greedy queens and demon mages, he must overcome his terror and "farm" points from the very women he’s spent a lifetime avoiding.
Building an empire is easy. Surviving the first kiss is the real boss fight.

The mysterious stranger from his nightmares appears out of nowhere at Emily Blakeslee's 18th birthday party. Calix Ledger, who originally intended to take revenge at the party, ends up saving the terrified Blakeslee, only to discover that he was originally there to kill her!

What to do now?

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

The apocalypse has arrived, but I am merely the villainous master in a doomsday novel.

The mission given to me by the system is to humiliate my kind-hearted fiancée, Avery.

Looking at the only dry rations left before us, I stomped them into pieces right in front of all the wasteland refugees, grinding them into the muddy ice and snow with the sole of my shoe, and commanded condescendingly:

"Bitch, lick it clean."

Instead of running away, she trembled and knelt before me submissively, lifting her head with a look of near-morbid attachment burning in her eyes.

Wait a minute, didn't the original script say she would become my mortal enemy?

Why is she kissing me?