Best Time Travel Stories

Synopsis: “Some mistakes ruin you. Others reveal who you really are.” Ava has always played it safe, witty, observant, and content staying in the shadow of her bold, magnetic best friend, Sophia. But all of that changes the night she crosses a line she can never uncross with Sophia’s twin brother, Mason. Mason is everything Ava shouldn’t want: arrogant, reckless, devastatingly charming and completely off-limits. Known for breaking hearts without remorse, Mason lives for the thrill, never the aftermath. But when a stolen kiss turns into a secret affair, Ava is pulled into a dangerous game of love, lust, and lies that threatens to shatter the only relationships she’s ever trusted. As Ava falls deeper, she uncovers a side of Mason no one else sees haunted, vulnerable, desperate to feel something real. But when an unplanned pregnancy sends her spiraling, Ava makes a devastating choice… one that will come back to haunt her. Now, with secrets unraveling and emotions running raw, Ava must face the wrath of betrayal not just from Mason, but from Sophia too. Can love survive when trust is shattered? Or will the truth destroy them all? In a story filled with temptation, betrayal, and heart-stopping twists, Ava must decide: is forbidden love worth the scars it leaves behind?

We grew up in the same neighborhood, his parents are billionaires, while my parents worked for his parents, but they were too nice, to sponsor my education. I went to the same school he attended, he protected me from being bullied, while I help him with his assignments and to keep up his grade. He is a great dancer, and I dance very well too, we usually practice together, we read together, and he tells me everything about himself while I tell him almost everything about myself too. He was everything to me, he was that brother I never had, and I was the sister he never had, people see us more like siblings than just friends, because of our closeness, and because of his status and protectiveness, I also became popular. I watch him date hot beautiful girls, he asks me for advise him, on how best to treat them and I tell him, but I was dying inside, he even encouraged me to date one of his friends, and I did, just because he said it, but I could never love his friend, the way I love him. I really want to leave the friend's zone, but I am scared, telling him how I feel, might put a strain, on our friendship, and that is worse, than death itself, but how long can I keep hiding my feelings for him, I really need to leave the friend's zone.

Lena Clermont fell hard for her dad's friend, Andrew Rohan—twelve years older. The first time she saw him, he was all sharp suits and broad shoulders, effortlessly standing out. He smiled, patted her head, and handed her a princess dress. Fast forward to twenty. He got drugged at a banquet. She wore that same dress, offering herself as the cure.

My parents made Dana and me settle it with rock-paper-scissors. Loser had to marry the Baillieu heir—the so-called "freak." I won. Then flipped the script. "Cool. I'll take Blake. Dana can have the empire." Last time? I was dumb in love with Michael—Dad's adopted golden boy. Chose the company, stayed behind, and handed Dana off to Blake Baillieu. Big mistake. Six months in, Dana was gone—wrecked by that marriage. Right before she croaked, she texted Michael blaming me. Said I lost the game and ditched the deal, dumping Blake on her. Michael? Snapped. Dude went full psycho. Turns out, he and Dana had been sneaking around for years. He dragged me behind the Baillieu estate and forced a dozen intellectually disabled men to assault me. "If it weren't for your cruelty, Dana would still be alive! You'll pay for everything she suffered!" I was over eight months pregnant—almost due. Begged him to stop. Begged for my baby's life. He didn't care. Kept ordering them to take turns. Even when my water broke, he just watched. Both my baby and I died that night. Now? I'm back. And this time, I rewrote the story. Step one: marry Blake.

Salma Gascon falls in love with her best friend on the day he saves her at a frat party. On graduation night, Salma confesses her feelings and Brandon McLean admits he feels the same. By morning, he is gone and has erased her from his life. Weeks later, Salma learns she is pregnant. When she goes to him, she finds him with the woman who once hurt her. He rejects her and the child. At home, Salma hears plans to force her into aborting her child. She runs away without looking back. Years later, Salma returns as a successful surgeon and a daughter that looks just like Brandon. Brandon finds himself in need of her help but when they finally see each other, old feelings of lust, desire and also hate rise up. They become locked in a custody battle for their daughter, Leona. But Leona unexpectedly falls sick and they are left with a choice. To keep fighting their attraction for each other or to fight to stay together.

The golden boy and the heir to the billion-dollar empire, Bash Hughes has been the love of Trinity’s life even if he’s a bully. He has everything the world can offer, but she’s only his best friend—nothing more, and it eventually ended badly. They went separate ways then. Years later, their worlds collide, but they’re two different people—Trinity transforms into a gorgeous redhead. Well, Bash always has the looks, money, and now power. What happened when their first glance reignites something hard to shake off? Is there still a friendship to catch up, or they want something more?

Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try. “But you're my sister, Camila. You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” He finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18. We turned 18, and here I was, with him. After a year of being apart. Just before our 24th birthday, I had tried talking with a few friends of mine, Carolyn inclusive who had done nothing but to ignite more fire into the passion. “Girl, you need to take your chance! Take those chances baby girl. Your brother is hot! Very hot and you, only you alone can have him and you can do that all to yourself” Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. I couldn't tell, all I knew was that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.

When Yelton Group tanked, their CEO and his wife showed up at our door, begging for a marriage alliance. My dad, thinking I was still head-over-heels for Rosie after ten freaking years, threw a million into their sinking ship and signed me up to marry Rosie. Wedding night? She blindfolded me and kept whispering how bad she wanted it. A month later, I tested positive for an STD. Then I caught her bragging to her friends. "Quinn got wrecked by, like, a dozen girls," she laughed. "Wanna guess who gave him the infection?" Her friends were cracking up. "I scouted all the grossest red-light spots," one said. "Each one's got a different flavor." "Just wait," another giggled. "When the symptoms hit hard, we'll know who wins." Rosie added, "Prize money's ready. Soon as we figure it out, she gets paid." That's when it hit me. It wasn't Rosie in bed that night—it was a lineup of strangers she set up. I lost it. Went straight to her, demanded answers. She didn't even flinch. "Mad? Please. If you hadn't dangled that million to force me into this marriage—or scared Caleb off—do you think I'd waste my time on you? "Once Caleb forgives me, you're done." I asked for a divorce. She locked me in the basement. "Chill," she said. "We're still placing bets on who gave you the STD." Six months later, I died down there. Just rotted away. Then I woke up—right back on the day her parents came begging for that deal. Only this time, on the wedding day? She was the one crying.

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan. He's so anxious that his eyes have gone red. At the same time, he keeps trying to embrace me. "Tell me who that bastard is! I'll make him pay!" I don't explain anything at all. Instead, I merely utter his name softly. After that, the current Ronan personally locks me up in the dungeon. He claims that I need to reflect on myself—that I shouldn't target Evelyn out of jealousy. Just then, the younger Ronan appears again. He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me.