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

I knew that if I did not act quickly, she might lose too much blood and suffer terribly. In that critical moment, something inside me stirred—a familiar intuition, like a gentle voice from my past life. I recalled the time when I had first discovered my power to transform into a wolf under the sun. Now, that same inner voice whispered to me that I might be able to heal this child. With no time to waste, I knelt beside her and closed my eyes, focusing all my energy on bringing her comfort and healing.

He slowly approached the car handle to exit while his forehead was already covered in a cold sweat. “JUST SCRAM!” She sneered and Vihaan immediately got out of the car in fright. She pressed the accelerator and drove the car. That time Vihaan took a sigh of relief and raised his head, “ WHAT! WE ALREADY REACHED. THESE WITCHES! ALWAYS LIKE THIS. THEY WILL KILL ME, MAN!” { Hello frineds! I started my new book with a concept of romance, humour and time travel. love story of a spy and ordinary girl. for the story you can follow me. I***a id - Author_Heer. }

_________ Serafino" I closed my eyes when Jamaica's thin dust flew by air. The book of spells burned together with her because she's holding it tightly. But I don't care anymore. I already get what I want with a bonus. Although I lost her...I whispered again in the air how sorry I am. I stand up and prepare myself for long wandering through time. Now let us change the world in my favor… **** It's hot, the sky was blue and my shadow was so dark. I ended up in the place where I think I need to fix first.

“Isn’t that just signing her death warrant? Does she think that marrying that mafia don will give her a leg up? I’m pretty sure she won’t even survive it.” “She’s really risking it all for a chance to get somewhere in life.” “She’ll never be anything compared to you, Wendy. She’s useless, just like her mother.” Wendy was no longer acting like the coquettish sweetheart she was when she was with Connor. In her place was an unfamiliar, vicious witch. Every word she spoke dripped venom. “Willow is a fool. I spent some pocket change, and she felt so tormented that she came out of it like a ghost. And let’s not forget how awful she looked after my bodyguards dragged her off to the airport.

His heavy boots thud against the floorboards, retreating rapidly toward the kitchen area. I am alone. I pull my knees to my chest and rest my chin on my arms. I reach up and touch my lips. They still feel swollen. They still tingle from the pressure of his mouth. Heat rushes to my cheeks, warming my face. I just flirted with a werewolf. I just flirted with the Beta of the most dangerous pack in the state. Forty-eight hours ago, my stepmother threw ice water on my face. She shoved me into a scratchy beige dress and told me I was going to be sold to a sadist just to save my father. I was terrified. I was a victim waiting for the slaughter.

If that was true, then Godiva was indeed a special werewolf. “Instead of guessing, how about I take Godiva back in time? That’s what I’m here for, right?” Mom interrupted our conversation. Everyone turned to stare at mom. She grinned slightly as if she had planned everything. As a witch, she did have the power to travel through time. Mom extended her hand to Godiva. Pollux and I trusted Mom’s plan to travel back in time. I convinced Pollux through the mind-link that we both had to trust mom. Traveling to the past requires a lot of energy for those who do it.

I was seeing every moment of my life. I saw the first time I shifted on my eighteenth birthday and how scared I was. I saw myself arguing with my mom after she told me the truth about my father and how he was a werewolf. I saw the day we moved to my dad's pack, the White River Pack. Every memory just kept coming until the memory of my stepmother, Catherine, ripped my heart out of my chest. Then, all I could see was darkness. Suddenly, I was in a rose garden. A gorgeous woman with long golden hair and purple eyes was sitting on a bench. "Hello, my child," The woman said

I was only nine. He took me home and loved me, making sure that I didn't feel my mother's absence. However, that only lasted for one year as my father also passed away, leaving me at the mercy of my stepmother. Even though I'm all grown now, I still live at the mercy of my stepmother. After all, in a world where werewolves rule, what am I without a wolf? If I am to survive, I have to stick with my pack and my home. That means I have to stick with my stepmother and her wicked antics.

I could not trust my voice yet, so I drank. "Does she have them often?" he asked quietly. "The nightmares." "A few times a month." "What does she dream about?" "Wolves." It was out before I could stop it. "She's always dreaming about wolves." He was quiet for a moment. Then, to my surprise, he nodded. "So did I, when I was her age. My stepmother used to sit on the floor beside my bed with a lamp until I fell asleep. She said it was the pack, trying to teach me the words." He turned his mug around on the counter. "I never told anyone that. I don't know why I'm telling you."

Every step I took made my joints scream in agony. I could not find a job, and I had no one to rely on. In the end, my heart gave out, and I died by a heap of trash. Since I had gone back in time, I was determined to use this opportunity. I would not let this life end like it had in the previous timeline.