Novel & Cerita Fanfic The 100

“You don’t have to lose everything. You could still have a place in my pack. Not as Luna but close enough. You will be my mistress…” Kyle’s shameless words ruined everything I believed in. For years, I thought our marriage was a real alliance. I gave him my trust, and my pack, Whitemane, gave him power. In return, he gave me betrayal. The day he came back from the war, he was holding another woman’s hand. Shirley. His new chief warrior. His fated mate. Right in front of my dying father, Kyle discarded me like I was nothing and demanded I hand my pack over to him. My father died for an alliance he spent his life protecting. Whitemane fell to the enemy overnight. Hunted and stripped of everything, I ran with nothing but my father’s final letter. It revealed a secret. An arranged marriage. To Alpha Damon of the Madfang Pack. The most ruthless, dangerous wolf alive, and my only shot at revenge.

As soon as I got my driver's license, I immediately went to the hospital to have my corneas removed. In my previous life, on the first day of the semester, my boyfriend's childhood friend secretly took my car and drove three other students to a shopping mall near the college. She sped through red lights and killed a pregnant woman and an elderly person. However, the three students testified that I was the one who ran those people over and then fled the scene. When the police arrested me, I desperately explained that it was her who was driving the car. However, she threw herself into my boyfriend's arms and said with great grievance, "Jade, I know you don't like me, but you can't frame me like that!" Fred took out the dashcam from my car. The video showed that I was the one driving the car, killing the people, and fleeing in a panic. "Instead of repenting, you're trying to push the blame onto someone else." After seeing this, the victim's family members were enraged and stabbed me 18 times. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before my boyfriend's childhood friend took my car.

Everyone knew Audrey Jensen was hopelessly in love with Liam Caldwell. She had loved him for years. Even their marriage had been her idea, and Liam had agreed to it. But on the day they were supposed to get their marriage license, he stood her up. Later, she overheard him telling someone else, “My grandfather was the one who insisted I marry her. I don’t even like women like her. She’s too boring. If I’m going to marry anyone, it should be someone like Julie.” So he had never loved her. Even the claim that she couldn’t have children had been a lie he made up to make her give up on him. Audrey’s heart went completely cold. That night, she made a mysterious phone call. “I’m getting married. I’m missing a groom. Are you coming?” A few months later, she reappeared as a dazzling new force in the tech world, surrounded by admirers wherever she went. Her belly was slightly rounded as she leaned against the heir to one of the most powerful families in the country. Only then did Liam finally regret it. His eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tight. His voice was so low, it was almost desperate. “Audrey, can we start over? As long as you’ll have me, I’ll take whatever place you give me, even if it’s in the shadows.”

Vivian Sinclair was the orphaned daughter of a general who sacrificed his life in the war. The king took pity on her and decided to arrange her marriage himself. In her past life, she was married off to the crown prince, Julian Winchester, and endured endless humiliation at his side. Then, one day, she overheard him say in private, "She forced her way into this marriage. She deserves everything she gets." That broke her, and she asked for a divorce. The night before she was set to leave the palace, she woke up at the age of seventeen again. The king sat at the head of the room, smiling warmly at her. "Tell me, who do you like? Don't be shy." Vivian lowered her head. "I've had feelings for Prince Damian for a long time." Damian Winchester the Pacifier, was strikingly handsome and brilliantly talented. However, he'd been gravely wounded in battle and hadn't woken up since. The physicians said he probably never would. Everyone thought Vivian had lost her mind. But when everyone picked on her in her past life, Damian was the only one who reached out his hand. - Julian's memories of his past life began to slowly return. He stormed into Damian's estate like a madman, ready to drag Vivian away. However, what he found stopped him cold. The sheer curtains around the bed swayed gently around her small figure, curled up fast asleep and looking completely at peace. His uncle, a man he'd been terrified of since childhood, sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at Julian with an amused smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "If you wake your aunt-in-law, kiss the crown prince title goodbye."

Sophia Reed has been married to Benjamin Hartman for two years when she witnesses him cheating on her. Only then does she find out that the reason why Benjamin refuses to sleep with her is that he's still in love with his first love, Tamara Wheeler, the whole time. On top of that, Tamara is his younger brother's wife. After discovering the truth, Sophia doesn't hesitate to file for divorce right away. Everyone thinks that her life will go downhill the moment she leaves the Hartman family. None of them expects her to remarry right away. She is now the beloved apple of the most distinguished scion, Nolan Burke's eye. At Nolan and Sophia's wedding, Benjamin pleads to Sophia with bloodshot eyes. "Sophia, I was the one who wronged you. Please forgive me and return to my side." Sophia just laughs in his face. "Mr. Hartman, I'm someone else's wife now."

One year ago, my Alpha mate personally threw me into the werewolf prison. I was tortured until the beautiful Luna I once was completely fell apart. What he never knew… was that I was carrying his pup. A year later, when I finally walked out of that prison, the first thing I did was reject him— and break our mate bond for good. So why is he the one crying and begging me to forgive him now?

Back home in Sicily, there’s a rule. If I’m not married by 30, I go back for an arranged marriage. When I told my boyfriend, Jax, he scoffed. "What century is your hometown stuck in? The Middle Ages? Arranged marriages? Alessia, I said I'd marry you. Stop trying to force my hand with this pathetic drama." He casually pulled out a pigeon-blood ruby ring and tossed it to his personal assistant, Bianca. She caught it, blushing. "I was going to propose tonight. But since you’re so desperate, I think we both need to cool off." The ring I’d waited years for. He just threw it to someone else. My heart froze over. Jax walked out of my office with a conqueror's smirk. Bianca pushed the ring toward me. I didn't even look at it. "Take it. It’s your size, isn't it?" The color drained from her face. I shoved her out the door. Right before I slammed it shut, I said, "Tell your boss we're done." He didn't know the "elders" forcing me into this marriage were led by the most ruthless Godfather in Sicily. And the "blind date" was an arranged union with the Don of the North American Five Families.