Dear Future Self Letter

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

คนที่มีบาดแผลฝังลึกในใจยากที่จะลืม ความรักที่เคยเป็นสิ่งสวยงาม ในตอนนี้มันว่างเปล่าเหมือนไม่เคยมีอยู่จริง หนึ่งคนที่เคยผิดหวังและไม่คิดที่จะเริ่มใหม่กับใคร กับอีกหนึ่งคน ที่แค่อยากที่จะรักเขา แค่อยากที่จะมีเขา เขาคือรักแรกของเธอ สายตาเธอมีไว้มองแค่เขาคนนั้นคนเดียว

Layla's career has been stagnant since she returned to America. When her friend came with a project unlike any other, she hoped that will be her big break. The assignment? An expose on Lucas Asher, a billionaire tycoon that everyone is talking about. The goal is to uncover something unseemly about his background and ruin his reputation. She feels bad about it, but it is the only price for success and she decides to pay it. Besides, the public deserves the truth, right? When Layla poses as a heiress of a conglomerate and manages to get some time with Asher, she finds that he is charming and considerate. He's nothing like she expected. The more time she spends with him, the more her feelings grow until she realizes she is unable to complete her assignment. What will happen when a secret from the past zooms into the present and Layla has to stay away because if he ever found out about her true background, her budding relationship would be doomed? Can the present be redeemed or the past will destroy it? Will Layla follow her heart or a deadly mission assigned to her?

In the clutches of an unyielding arranged marriage, Journee's life takes a treacherous turn as she ventures into the unknown. Leaving behind all she holds dear, she embarks on a journey to wed the enigmatic Montgomery Lewis, a privileged heir with secrets untold. Amidst the overwhelming chaos, Journee seeks solace by a secluded waterfall, unaware of the ancient forces that lie dormant there. In a moment of desperation, she unknowingly summons Ma'oz, the King of Demons and the Master of Death. Drawn to her unique aura and the irresistible pull between their souls, Ma'oz bestows upon her three coveted wishes. Yet, as each encounter binds them tighter, Journee finds herself ensnared in a perilous web. Ma'oz's abyssal eyes haunt her, captivating and chilling her to the core. Their connection, a mystery woven by the hands of fate and the whispers of destiny, ignites questions of true love, enslavement, and an eternal bond. As the stakes rise, their choices become fraught with consequence. The price they must pay, unbeknownst to either of them, looms larger than they could ever imagine. Will they succumb to the intoxicating allure of their connection? Or will they resist the entanglement that binds their very souls, braving the untold sacrifices that lie ahead?

A Werewolf's Vow: Mated by the Letter To my dearest stranger, My day has been so tough to the point that I almost wanted to end my life. Wanted to slash my throat with a knife, drink and eat something with poison, or even planned to drown myself. Why was the world so mean to me? Why is my life this miserable? And why can they just leave me alone? I can't take it anymore. I only wanted to live a normal life, away from humiliation, deprivation, and bad luck. So, I'm writing this letter, thinking you might hear me out. Funny, but this is the only way I could express my thoughts. And for the record, this has been my eighth and final letter to send off. And whoever you are, it was nice meeting you. Hopefully, when you get the chance to read this letter, you'd send me something in response. For us to know each other better. I'll be waiting. Love, Joshua Craig.

Cory Sullivan, my ten-year-old son, joins a swimming class organized by his school. A bunch of his fellow students end up pinning him to the drain of the swimming pool. I spot the streak of red in the water and completely lose my mind. I immediately dash over to save Cory, but by the time I do, his face has turned swollen and blue from the suction. Blood trickles from his mouth. He's no longer breathing. Andy Webster, the ringleader of the trio who hurt Cory, arrogantly declares that he won't be criminally prosecuted because he's a minor. "So what if I did it? He started getting on my nerves ages ago! Now that he's dead, no one else can compete with me to be the top in our class." Andy's father, Greg Thompson, condescendingly throws me a debit card. "There's 100 thousand dollars in there. That should be enough to make up for your son's worthless life." Outrage, I demand justice, but my wife, Sheryl Lowe, stops me. "Andy's just a kid himself. Are you going to force someone else's kid to lose his freedom just because your own son is dead?" I stop at nothing in the pursuit of justice, but Andy simply gets sent to a juvenile detention center. That's nowhere near enough for me. Eventually, I lose all hope. I lie down at Cory's grave and swallow a bottle of sleeping pills. Suddenly, my eyes open again. I've returned to the day I took Cory to the swimming pool. I immediately drag him off to take him back home before anything happens, but alas, a young boy still ends up losing his life at the pool.

เธอมันนักแสดงตัวแม่อยู่แล้ว งั้นก็เชิญเล่นตามบทคู่หมั้นฉันไป ฉันจะไม่แฉเธอก็ได้ ฉันจะเนียนๆ แกล้งทำเป็นโง่ต่อหน้าพ่อแม่เธอ พ่อแม่ฉัน เล่นต่อไปแสดงต่อเลยที่รัก งานนี้ฉันว่าฉันคุ้มนะ

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.

For five years, my relationship with Vampire Lord Dominic had endured every trial set by my grandfather—the reigning Vampire King. He had finally been prepared to pass the Vampire King’s throne to me— until the truth surfaced: my bond with Dominic was never real. The Sterling family’s wealth—worth hundreds of billions—and the Vampire King’s crown could be inherited by me alone. “Miss Sterling,” the Council archivist informed me coldly,“the Blood Registry confirms that your Blood Bond was formally dissolved one year ago.” “Dominic Costa’s registered Bloodbound Consort is… Ava Morgan.” “You are currently listed as unbound.” “Which means,” the message concluded,“Lord Dominic Costa is disqualified from inheriting the Sterling family’s assets, titles, or the Vampire King’s throne.” Ava Morgan.Dominic Costa’s human companion. I stared at the message sent by the Sterling Council Elders, unable to steady my breathing. So all these years—his devotion, his exclusivity, the affection he claimed was meant for me alone— had been nothing but a carefully constructed lie. I had planned to tell him about my pregnancy on the fifth anniversary of our Blood Bond. After all, for five years of marriage, this child had been the future we both claimed to long for. But now, it was clear—perhaps he had never been waiting for a child at all. I rested my hand against my abdomen and thought quietly: my twins do not need a father to exist. As for a man who built our love on deception— the only thing left for me to do is to leave.

"You can't have all three Alpha's to yourself." They said. I smirked and made All three mine. I never expected this transmigrating into the world of my favorite BL novel where I suddenly find myself in the shoes of a character caught between three hot, powerful alpha wolves. The original MC chose one—one out of the three. I always hated that. They were all perfect in their own right. Why should I choose just one when I can have them all? Now, in this new life, I’m determined to rewrite fate. No longer bound by the rules of the story I knew so well, I’m here to change the game. The three alphas. Cayden, Ryan, and Levi are mine to claim. I’m not going to let fate limit me to one. I’m going to make them all fall for me. I’m going to make them realize they all want me too. And once they do, I’ll have my pick... but not just one. The thing is, it's not as easy as it looked as staying in a body that's not yours is hard to maintain and what will happen when the owner wants his body back? There are challenges, enemies, and secrets lurking in the shadows, and I have to stay one step ahead. If I’m going to get all three of them, I’ll need to play my cards carefully. The pressure of the whole world watching only adds to the weight on my shoulders.. I want them all..Every single one of them. I won’t stop until they’re mine, and I’m theirs.