102 Minutes

She died betrayed. Woke up claimed. Taylor Carson never thought in a second that a few minutes after handing divorce papers, the next minute, she was entangled by three Alphas. The Wolfric Pack calls her their Luna. But she knows one truth. That could ruin her life. Everyone watches her; she isn't the bride. But a soul that could change everything. She was brought here for something darker. Taylor was left to choose between being someone's pawn or following her feelings in the dark game.

With the rage he carried with him, Anthony would avenge the kingdom he once loved. He will do it for his King and those people he knew just minutes ago. His bravery sends him through time and space, feeling everything at once. Anthony cannot get the image of that forbidden love out of his dreams while he slept, on the way to "speak" to the King of Blood.

Elysian Yoki Aracosa woke up in an unfamiliar room. Minutes after, she realized that she was kidnapped and tried finding some paths or something to use to escape. In there, Ismaiah Zyler Cojuanco, her kidnapper showed up without even trying to hide his identity. It caused her confusion. Little did she know, he was sold to a mafia billionaire by his father for his dept and was obligated to marry Ismaiah.

The world is thrown into chaos when monsters started appearing. 15 years ago, while the world is getting torn apart by the Wamilos, the monsters whose origin are unknown attacked a refuge camp and a young boy was pierced on his chest. While he was getting operated on, the wound in his chest healed in a matter of minutes as if there weren't any wounds in the first place. The virus saved hom from death and this made him the very first high human in existence.

I was checking out our own hotel. Got hungry, so I snagged a tiny bread roll before my order came out. Then the lobby manager strutted over and slapped me with a fine. "Hi, miss. No outside food. You stayed eight minutes and thirty seconds, spent $150, and your fine's $128,000." I stared at the ticket like, What the hell? Snapped a pic and sent it to the board, tagging my lovely brother: [Getting fined at our own hotel—so THIS is how you're boosting revenue?]

On the seventh day after my daughter goes missing, I kidnap an entire kindergarten. I lock away all 27 students and two teachers in a classroom. I tell the police that if they can't find my daughter, I will kill a kid every 30 minutes. The principal falls to her knees, wailing and begging, "It's not my fault that your daughter is missing. Why should other children pay for it?" I glance at my watch. "29 minutes left. Find her." I know she's in this kindergarten.

My husband has an identical twin brother. Forget me. Their own parents can't tell them apart. Three years of marriage, and Logan has been perfect. Devoted, patient, bends over backwards for me. I could not name a single real flaw in that man. Except one. He and his brother like to swap lives, just to see if anyone notices. And the day I figured that out, I was already sitting on his brother's lap, two minutes from crossing a line I could not uncross.

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

Camile always thought she was the bane to Trevor’s existence but everything takes a dark turn when Vanessa, a woman she had never known existed came into the picture. In a matter of minutes, she finds herself bleeding profusely in the middle of the road and when help found her? It’s in the form of a man she thought she had buried forever but he gives her a choice; take back what was stolen from her or walk away. Gone are the days where she was weak. She was taking everything back!

The day I announced I was quitting writing, the entire internet celebrated. Everyone except my girlfriend's rumored boyfriend, the famous mystery author, Bryan Vega. In a short video, he looked genuinely regretful. "This is all a misunderstanding. I’ve always admired Kobi’s work, and I hope he’ll come back for the sake of his readers." I turned off my phone and ignored him completely. In my previous life, the web novel I wrote was identical to the mystery novel he published. People online called me a plagiarist and wished death on my whole family. I tried to defend myself, posting my drafts, outlines, and timestamps. Yet, it didn't matter. The last edit timestamp on his document was ten minutes earlier than mine. Just those ten minutes destroyed me. The messages never stopped. Strangers flooded my inbox with insults. Some even showed up at my house and threw paint on the walls. Years of nonstop harassment dragged me into depression. My parents tried to clear my name, but obsessed fans hunted them down and murdered them using methods copied straight from his novel. In the end, on the very day his book won a major award, I sealed my windows and burned charcoal, ending my life. And then, I opened my eyes again. I had returned to the day my new book was supposed to be released.