Killian Jones Once Upon A Time

"Baby... please don't do this to me! We can fix it! Just please! please don't do this" I beg to him while his packing his things. "I'm sorry Sandra... but I can't.  I can't spend my life to you anymore. Don't make this hard to us, just let me go." He said without any expression to his face. " A-are you leaving me because she's back? Are you  going to throw everything we've been through,  for the fast four years of our marriage? Just b-because.... just because your first love came back? You're throwing me out because of her? " Pagtatanong ko sa mahinahong boses at habang pinapatatag ang sarili ko na 'wag mag- breakdown sa sagot na maririrnig ko mula sakaniya. Tumigil siya sa pag-iimpake at tumingin sa akin ng deretso na halos ikatumba ko. "Yes. Everyone said she's already dead, everyone lied to me. Everyone fool me! I wouldn't marry you if i just known she's still alive. I'm sorry... Sandra I hope you understand." Saad niya. Hindi ko man lang siya nakitaan ng pagsisisi o kahit awa man lang para sa akin para sa nagawa niya. Tang*na! ginawa niya akong rebound. Natawa ako sa mga sinabi niya, puno ng galit at sakit akong tumitig sa kniya at mapait na ngumiti. "So all this time I am just your rebound? all this time pinaniwala mo akong mahal mo ako ! Pinaniwalaan ko lahat ng mga sinabi mo, pinakita at pinaramdam mo, pati mga pangako mong hindi naman pala para talaga sakin! "Wala kang puso Jiro, hindi ka makatao... Pinag-sisisihan kong nakilala kita at nagtiwala ako sa'yo... at lalong pinag-sisisihan kong ikaw pa ang minahal ko."     Saad ko na punong-puno ng galit ngunit sa mahinahong boses at walang emosyong mga matang nakatitig sa kaniya.

Abigail, a struggling writer, time-travels to 19th century France, landing in the lavender fields of Provence. There she meets Vincent, a solitary artist with a mysterious past. Together, they explore the land and inspire each other's work, leading to a passionate, yet doomed, affair. As the hourglass drains, Abigail must choose between her modern life or her love for Vincent in the past

After eight years together, I've proposed to my boyfriend 108 times. Each time, he found a different excuse to turn me down. On the 109th try, I give up a promotion and transfer opportunity. Finally, he said yes. I think he's moved by my sincerity. But instead, he brings his first love into our marital home and falls into our bed with her. "I only proposed to her to spite you. If you just say the word, I'll dump her at the altar and marry you instead!" Staring at the scene before me, I take the tight engagement ring off my finger and toss it down the drain. I decide to call off the wedding before he can. But after I walk away, the man who swore he'd marry someone else went crazy searching for me everywhere.

There was only one week left until my marking ceremony with Alpha Mason Wright. And this time, he was asking to postpone it yet again, all because his puphood sweetheart, Eira Padmore, the she-wolf who once saved his life, had another episode. She was in tears, begging to go to Bhador to see the snow, just like every time before, claiming she wouldn't be able to breathe otherwise. The ceremony had already been pushed back three times. All the wolves of the north had been waiting for us to complete it. But I was done waiting, and so was the pup growing inside me. If Mason refused to mark me, then I'd walk away and build my own future. But what I couldn't understand was... Why was it that the moment I left, Mason went mad searching for me, and suddenly insisted on marking me after all?

“All he wanted was the woman he could never have - my sister. So he and his family treated me like nothing. Now the tables have turned and revenge they say, is a drink best served cold.” *** One year ago, Brianna Page escaped the suffocating grip of her marriage to Nico Armani, a union that had reduced her to a mere shadow of her former self. Treated like a nobody by her husband and maltreated by his family, Brianna's almost nonexistent spark had been all but extinguished, snuffed out and scattered like the autumn leaves in gusts of wind. Now, she is a different woman altogether, a force to be reckoned with. The timid, submissive bride is gone, replaced by a confident, powerful entrepreneur who's built a small empire of her own. As the owner of a thriving company, Brianna has finally found her voice and her freedom. Just as she is savoring her newfound independence, Nico shows up and drops a bombshell: their divorce couldn’t go through and they are required to live under the same roof for half of a year before it is official. Now she is hell-bent on exacting revenge on her husband and his family for all the pain they’ve caused her. She is determined, ready, and resolute in her revenge plan and it doesn’t matter now that Nico is willing to do whatever it takes to win her back, to prove his love and devotion. She has moved on, and she's not about to let him dictate her life again. The question is: can Nico convince Brianna to give him another chance, or has she truly closed the door on their tumultuous past? One thing's for sure - Brianna's not going to let anyone, including her ex-husband, undermine her newfound happiness and success.

Eliza Ward does not fall through time. Time bends toward her. Pulled from the present into Revolutionary America, Eliza becomes trapped in a landscape where history repeats unevenly, battles restart with variations, and memory functions as both anchor and weapon. She is not a chosen heroine, but a constant: a woman whose awareness destabilizes the moment itself. She meets Mercy Hale, a midwife and witch who understands time as a negotiation rather than a force to command. Mercy aids Eliza’s survival while refusing the role of savior, having already learned the cost of standing too close to history’s center. During a looping battle, Eliza saves Thomas Reed, a Continental soldier who does not shift when time does. Thomas is an anchor: steady, observant, unchanged across iterations. Their bond deepens in an almost-normal village where time briefly behaves. Eliza’s intervention triggers time’s response. Rather than immediate destruction, time collects interest. Mercy bargains to spare Eliza and Thomas, sacrificing her own future to stabilize the present. Time extracts payment from Eliza as well, stripping away her voice, the very tool she uses to name and hold moments in place. Silenced and unmoored, Eliza is violently displaced back into the original battle. Unable to anchor the moment, she watches Thomas die in the version of history that was always waiting beneath her defiance. Told in rotating perspectives between Eliza, Thomas, and Mercy, The Hours That Refused to Behave is a lyrical time-travel novel about revolution, restraint, and consequence, asking not whether history can be changed, but who pays when it is.

Aurora Leandro was cheated on and went through a painful break-up. And so, she swore 'till the depths of Tartarus that she will not commit to a relationship again... nor fall in love. But when her life was barely hanging on a thread and an unseen foe was about to put her family in grave danger— her father hired an oozing, jaw-dropping hot soldier with a pair of golden eyes to be her bodyguard. Desire starts consuming her like never before. Like a wildfire spreading on dried leaves. Aurora knew her words will ricochet back at her. She knew she's about to break the parameters. She knew she's about to lose herself. Because the tiny spark that startled both of them ends up in a blaze of glory.

On the third anniversary, which also happens to be Natalie Sherman's birthday, her husband, Lester Garrison, gives her a very special gift—a divorce agreement. Calmly, Lester picks up a pen and drops his signature on the bottom left corner of the agreement. Then, he pushes the document in Natalie's direction. "Rene is very stubborn, and it's very difficult for me to appease her. Only when I'm divorced will she agree to accept me as her lover. "I've already signed the divorce agreement. You should do the same. Don't worry, we're just faking this divorce." Lester's tone is very casual, not to mention he sounds emotionless, too. It's as though he's discussing what to have for dinner tonight.

After dating him for five years, my boyfriend, Jayden Porter, sends me 10 dollars. He asks me to buy our future matrimonial home with that money. That same day, he transfers 3 million dollars to his dream girl, Lina Doux, to buy her a grand detached villa in Centralis. I decided to break up with him out of frustration, but he accuses me of being greedy for money. "Your house is still livable, so why buy another one? When did you become such a gold digger?" "Lina and I are childhood friends, so what's wrong with me giving her money? "On the other hand, you're scheming to get your hands on my wealth despite us not being married yet. I'm so disappointed in you!" He turns around and proposes to Lina. Six years later, we encounter each other again in the werewolf kingdom based in Centralis—the Darkmoon Kingdom. He's about to become Centralis' Beta. Lina is by his side, wearing a haute couture dress. When he sees me covered in mud and rummaging through trash, he mocks me with disgust, "You looked down on 10 dollars back then, Emily Everhart, but now you're digging through trash cans like a beggar. "Do you think you'll be able to earn money by selling scraps? Even if you put on a sorry act in front of me, I won't show you any pity!" I glance coldly at him and continue to search for my pup's favorite ring. I had unknowingly discarded it like common trash. My pup, Cassidy Holstrom, is incredibly upset about it. As such, I have to find it quickly to cheer her up.

I was the person Henry Johnson, the head of the San Nello mafia, loved more than anyone else. He loved me with absolute devotion. During our three years of marriage, he spoiled me endlessly and treated me like a princess. Yet this same man, who claimed to love me so deeply, divorced me three times, each time for the sake of his childhood sweetheart. The first time, intimate photos of them at the airport went viral. That very night, he placed the divorce papers in front of me. "Selena," he said, "Melanie's father once saved my life. I can't allow her to be condemned as a homewrecker. Let's divorce for now. Once this storm passes, we'll remarry." With my heart in pieces, I signed the papers and prepared to leave. However, at the airport, Henry stopped me. He broke down in front of me and begged, "I've already taken care of the media. Melanie has gone abroad again. I've repaid everything I owed her family. Please don't leave. Let's get married again." His tearful pleas softened my resolve. That was the first time I forgave him. The second time, he came to me looking utterly worn out. "Melanie was implicated by her boyfriend and ended up in prison," he said. "I need to bail her out as her spouse. Once she's free, we'll remarry right away." I believed him. That time, he kept his promise. He returned and remarried me. The third time, he lowered his head and hesitated, unable to look me in the eye. "Melanie is about to give birth," he said. "An unwed pregnancy would destroy her modeling career. I have to help her. This will be the last time. Once the child is settled, we'll remarry. I promise this will never happen again." I looked at him for a long time. In the end, I answered softly, "Okay." However, on the day we were meant to register our marriage again, I never appeared. Any love I still had was worn away bit by bit. In the end, I left for good, taking with me not only a broken heart, but also the unborn heir he would never know.