Novel & Cerita After Time Travel I Became The Wicked Stepmother Novel

Luca stepped forward and berated, "How could you do this, you ingrate? Have we ever mistreated you in any way for you to turn against us? How bold of you to claim you're the heiress when the real one is right here!" I argued, "I am the true heiress of the Weatherby family—" Before I could finish, Luca cut me off with a forceful slap. Sally said tearfully, "Grandma, Luca, don't get angry with Zadie. She has lived in the countryside all this time. She just came back and still needs time to adjust. It's understandable for her to feel like I've taken her place. "But Zadie, the Weatherby family has raised you all these years. How could you upset Grandma?"

My wolf within me rose eager and savage. I growled angrily and shifted into a warrior position, my eyes an angry reddish amber candle, like the flames of a torch. My stepmother looked and could only open her mouth in horror but before she even opened her mouth to scream. Achillia's power was immense; her claws slashed through the skin, muscles, and bones without much effort. The room was alive with the sound of ripping and tearing, my stepmother, struggling and screaming until the violence quietened her.

I couldn’t help but wonder when this series of misfortune would come to an end, silently pleading with the moon goddess. Tears welled up and streamed down my cheeks, distorting the reflection I could no longer bear to confront. My hair, once a source of pride and dignity, had become just another casualty of my stepmother's cruelty. She had taken everything from me—my family, my happily ever after, the dream of a fairytale wedding, the loyal people who had faithfully served us, and even my deceased father's honor. The Ironwolf and my malevolent stepmother had left me with nothing. I felt utterly depleted, my will to live extinguished.

Slowly, he lowered the lid of the iron coffer halfway before answering. “No.” The single word transformed everything, because Draevor Kaine, the man who laughed at armies and regarded wars as little more than political inconveniences, had just admitted that something powerful enough to scar him truly existed. Halrem felt her pulse quicken, not from fear, but from the sudden understanding that the truth before her was far more dangerous than she had imagined. “What was it?” Silence lingered before Draevor finally answered. “When I was nineteen, my father sent me beyond the Black Forest.”

Seemed like Bella did it as a countermeasure, a kind of insurance in case her plan failed. But she actually didn't expect that it'd work that way. She didn't expect to be sent back in time. Gosh, she's crazy. This wasn't even mentioned in the novel. Why did it suddenly turn into a regression novel? At this point, I couldn't even tell what's the genre of this shitty novel anymore. Fuck, I couldn't even believe the content of that novel anymore. Everything was just so different and full of goddamn plot twists. As I continued to read, I noticed the change in the way she wrote from before she was back in time and after she was back. It seemed like, instead of perfecting her revenge plan, she jus

When Ryan mumbled and sat down on the floor, Janet came up behind him and snatched the book from his grasp. Holy Crap! Finn's thesis on the subject of time travel is presented here. Janet was aware of this because she had assisted Finn with some research at the time. Or maybe it was Ethan? Janet furrowed her brows as she turned to the middle of the book. After a few minutes of careful reading, it became clear that this was no longer about time travel. It tells the story of an ancient lycan and his mate, and the journey they took from the 17th century to the 13th century during that time.

Wanting to end the conversation, Catarina simply takes the card, thanks him with a small wave, and walks away without looking back. The sun is already sinking below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and gold, when she sells the last box of sweets. Although satisfied with such a productive day, exhaustion washes over her. Every step feels heavier than the last, and her legs ache as though protesting all the effort. Ever since the accident, she knows her body is no longer the same. Even though she isn’t left with any visible injuries, she sometimes feels an invisible limit—a dull but persistent ache reminding her how hard she has fought to rebuild her life.

Once she’s finished, she goes to take a shower before sitting on the chair by her study table. Taking out a notebook and pencil, she began to write possible plots for her book. She leaned back against the chair thinking of how ironic it is. She was an author and now she’s living as a teenager again. ‘Rebirth. Time Travel...Magic? Maybe a little romance?’ ‘Alright. I could start on that.’ With a pen on hand, she began to create a world where magic existed. She took inspiration from her own experience and wrote how she came to be in the girl’s body and in this time.

Chapter 14 The parents came home just after seven. Richard’s suitcase hit the floor in the entryway with a heavy thud. Diane’s voice floated in from the kitchen a minute later, bright and exhausted from the weekend. Ava stood at the top of the stairs in one of Noah’s hoodies and a pair of soft shorts, still sore between her legs, still faintly sticky no matter how many times she had cleaned up. The second she heard her mother’s voice her stomach dropped and twisted at the same time.