All These Time

Amiya who was born during an era of an old war of nations, was reborn multiple times after she met her first love. She was in a repeat cycle of living and dying not until in the present time, she meets a person whom she never saw in all her life.

[CompletedKathrina Breevort has always wanted to leave her town and start anew. Everything seemed to scream pain for her--growing up watching her parents die from lack of support, she promised herself she will forget the memories of not being able to do anything for them. She's almost graduating--without drama, not until she met Drey Punder, and falling for the bad boy. But what can she do with their feelings? She's not the first one to come into his life. For what it's worth, she knows she deserves more than an illicit love affair. But years will pass, and people change. Will she ever open up her heart again for the bad boy—if it's all the same?

“You're a long way from safe, Miss Allard,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the strap of my bra until I shiver. "If you want to turn around, I’d suggest you do so now.” I stare up at him, watching as his dilated grey eyes dip to my cleavage. “Where will I go, Mr. Sinclair?” I ask, pulling him closer until our lips are inches apart. “Where can I go that you won’t find me?” **** 24 year old Ava Jade Allard has a few problems, but like most issues, there’s nothing a little money can't fix. So when Ava attends an art show to sell a few of her paintings to some of the richest, high-society members of New York, she’s sure she can kill two birds with one very rich stone. In and out, just like she hoped. But New York seems set on eating Ava whole, and as one mess leads to another, she finds herself in the arms of Billionaire Leonel Sinclair, a ruthless CEO who is still dealing with the consequences of a scandal he was entangled in 4 years ago. Now more desperate than when she started, Ava reluctantly turns to this stone-cold, terrifying, but somehow insanely hot Billionaire to help her set right what was wronged 4 years ago, while somehow doing the same for him, and with one contract marriage, Ava signs away her single status, anonymity and possibly her soul. Will this contract fix the manytraumatic wrongs of her past, or will Ava crumble under the weight of her grey-eyed, stoic CEO, whom she seems less and less able to keep her body and heart away from with each passing day? What happens when Ava agrees to these reckless vows and emerges as the Billionaire’s Bride?

One night of passion. A secret baby. A second chance at love. Alice never meant to fall for billionaire Carson MacPherson,the only son of the rich family she worked for as a maid. Now, she's raising their child alone as Carson is arranged to marry his childhood fiancee. When Carson comes back into her life, old flames ignite. But a jealous rival and a dark plot threaten their future. Can Alice and Carson overcome danger and deceit to find their happy ending? Or will their past tear them apart forever?

At 28 Rosalie Summers has still not found her mate, she has all but given up looking. With her brother now Alpha of the pack, Rosalie is free to follow her own path. But when her path takes her to the heart of the rugged English countryside her life changes in more ways than one.Has her mate been hiding in a completely different century? What will she do when she discovers him, return home to her own time and loving family, or give up everything to live in a more rugged and simplistic way.

At our tenth engagement party, my girlfriend crushed my heart again, leaving my proposal ring dangling in the air. She had been chasing the ghost of her first love, and I was done being her fallback guy. When I finally opened my heart to someone new, she realized what she'd lost. Ten years together, ten engagement parties, and still, she wouldn't take my ring. Every time we reached the moment to exchange vows, she'd stare at the door, waiting for that man to swoop in and rescue her. She swore she'd only marry me if he crashed the party, claiming it would prove she'd truly chosen me. This time, I couldn't hold back. "If he never shows, are you just gonna keep stringing me along forever?" She shot back, "He still loves me. He'll show up to stop this. Besides, we've been together a decade. Does a ring even matter at this point?"

To seize more territory, the ancestors of the Black Moon Pack desecrated the Moon Goddess's altar. For their crime, a deadly curse was woven into their bloodline: no male wolf of their pack lives past the full moon of his thirtieth year. The only cure is to mark a she-wolf with the blood of the Moon Goddess, using her song to suppress the rage that boils in their blood. In my last life, I was that cure. I was married to their Alpha, Corbin. He marked me before the entire pack, binding us as mates. But once the threat of death was gone, he had me thrown into an asylum. "I never believed in that Moon Goddess blood crap. If the pack hadn't forced me to marry you, Faye never would have run off and married that Beta from the neighboring pack. Now she's broken mate bond, and I'm going to make her my Luna, no matter what. As for you, go to hell." Then he shattered our bond, whispered to the guards, and walked away. I was locked in a silver cage, tortured day after day with injections of silver poison. On the day of Corbin and Faye's mating ceremony, the guards gave me a fatal dose. A fiery agony tore through me. My body convulsed, and then… endless darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back at my own marking ceremony. This time, I'm going to watch. And I'm going to see if Corbin can survive his thirtieth birthday without my blood.

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]

18+ reverse harem novel “I want an open marriage.” It felt like time had slowed as his words echoed in my head. I had just woken up, my brain was still trying to process why I had married him in the first place and now I was hit with… this. “What?” I questioned groggily, wondering if I heard him wrong. “It's 6 am in the morning, Rowan. Today isn't April 1st, is it??” I asked, pushing the blanket off me. “You heard me, Elara. I have thought about it a lot and I've decided that I now want an open marriage.” He said like he was making an announcement and I stared at him in confusion. “We've been married for just six months, Rowan. I… I've given you everything I've ever had. I've done nothing but love you and be a good wife to you. Why would you suddenly want an open marriage? Does it even make sense? We're mates. What kind of mate wants a fucking open marriage? You know what cheating does to your partner’s wolf.” I asked in despair, and he simply leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Elara's mate had turned their marriage into a play thing. But just when she's about to move on like it never happen, she meets the Lycan twins who were her dad's best friend. They treat her like a queen and give her unimaginable pleasure. He wanted an open marriage? Fine.

In my fourth year of becoming the wife to Matteo Costa, the Don of the Costa family, as know as La Rosa Nera, I no longer insist on making our relationship public. He has once told me that he will publicly announce my identity as Donna on our wedding anniversary this year. But ever since Vera Barbieri returns to the country, Matteo never brings this up again. He puts all his attention on Vera and always places all her needs first. He even abandons me on the highway because of a single phone call from Vera while my mother is on her deathbed. My mother never gets to see me one last time before she dies. At this moment, I finally give up on him. I prepare the divorce agreement and book a ticket to leave Nevoli. The day after tomorrow, I will leave this place and leave Matteo to his childhood sweetheart.