Maybe Right Person Wrong Timing Novels & Stories

If I die, will you miss me? At the last minute of her life, she still craves for him,however,he just replied coldly,you do not deserve it.Why? Loving you is more painful than death.

Falling for the wrong Alpha She chased the right Alpha... until the wrong one caught her heart. She’s loved him since she was ten—her best friend, her first crush, her destined mate, and the future Alpha of the pack. To her, he’s everything. But to him, she’s just a friend. When he finds his mate and it’s her, she dares to believe her love is finally returned. But her hopes are crushed when he rejects her, claiming he could never see her that way. Still, she refuses to walk away. In her heart, he’s her Right Alpha—the one she was meant to love. Then his estranged brother returns—wild, unpredictable, and nothing like him. And for the first time, someone truly sees her. Torn between the love she’s always wanted and the unexpected connection she never saw coming, she must choose: stay loyal to the boy she’s always loved or take a risk on the one who just might be right for her after all.

"I want three things..." He whimpered softly. "To see you...to touch you and to kiss you...Red" "Red?" I mumbled softly, staring into his sapphire eyes. "It fits you, just like the color of your hair," his lips curved into a smirk. "And you are mine from now on... Red" ~~~~~~~~ All Ava wanted wanted was to get revenge on the man that had ruined her entire life. To slip into his life, break down his walls and get rid of him but never would she have thought it would come with a price. She wanted revenge but instead... she was tempted and trapped by the wrong Alpha.

In the seventh year of my marriage, I accidentally discover a document in the study. Upon flipping it open, I realize that it's a will left behind by my husband, Luca Bernadi. The will clearly states that if Luca were to die someday in the future, all of his assets and his mafia kingdom would be inherited by a little boy named Nico Bernadi. The one next in line for the inheritance is my half-sister, Angela Fasano. I, his legally-wedded wife, am the last one in line. At first, I refuse to believe the legitimacy of this will. After taking it to the notary's office, I'm informed that the will is notarized and in effect. At that moment, I feel as though my blood has turned into ice. I never expect that this marriage I once took pride in had left me with only betrayal. In that case, I no longer need to cling to this marriage.

‘’I’m talking to you weirdo’’ studently Rachels voice brought me out of my thoughts. When she realized that she had my attention she continued ‘’you are a servant and you better learn your place, soon enough Sebastian will find his mate and you will have no one to turn too’’. ‘’Maybe, we will see about that. But how does it feel to know that you aren’t Pablo’s mate?’’ as soon as I said that her eyes turned red and you could see how furious she was. She grabbed me by my neck in an instant and she was choking me. There wasn’t much that I could do. She had her wolf and I wasn’t. That’s how I know that she isn’t Pablo’s mate. They both have turned sixteen and got their wolves, if they were mates they would have known in an instant. I was choking and as hard as I could try to remove her hand from my neck It was useless, I kicked her many times but nothing. I hadn’t my wolf so I couldn’t mind link anyone. I was feeling helpless and completely in her mercy but I was trying as hard as I could not giving up. I was starting to lose my senses, that would be the death of me. But I won’t whine, that isn’t me anymore.

They wanted me to be the forgotten daughter. Quiet. Invisible. The one nobody notices. I let them believe it. My sister Isabella is the favorite. Beautiful. Fragile. Protected by everyone, including our father, the most powerful mafia boss on the East Coast. So when a rival kingpin demands a bride to seal a deadly truce, the world expects Isabella to cry and suffer. I have other plans. I sign the contract with her name. I wear the wedding dress meant for another woman. I let Rex Marchetti cold, brutal, and terrifying, believe he married the wrong bride for his revenge. What he doesn't know is that I've been waiting for this moment since I was thirteen. A network of spies. A decade of secrets. A revenge plan aimed at my father's throat. He thinks he's the predator. He's about to learn I've been the predator all along. But Rex is not what I expected. He watches me like I'm the only person in the room. He touches me like he's been waiting his whole life. And when I discover that he knew exactly who I was all along, that I was his real target,I face a terrifying question. What if the enemy I marry becomes the only man I can trust? The wrong bride might become his undoing. And my perfect match.

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

My mother-in-law and I were traveling together. We'd just checked into the Solenne Hotel in Rivera City and decided to hit the pool. Then this woman—dressed like money and attitude—pinched her nose like we stank. "This is a luxury hotel. How did you people even get in? Sneak in just for the pool? Ugh, I need a test after this." Buzzkill. I snapped, "It's a hotel pool. Guests swim. If that's a problem, go build your own." Her face twisted. "Excuse me? Do you even know who I am? My husband owns this place. We always stay in the top suite. So get out. You reek of broke. You're contaminating the water." Georgina and I traded a look. Ice cold. This was her son's hotel. My husband's. Since when did he come with a second wife?

Parole is Shaw Carter’s final shot at freedom, and he doesn’t want to lose it. After a felony conviction nearly cost him everything, the path forward is narrow—keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and survive long enough to earn his life back. It would be an easy task if he wasn’t placed in the mayor’s custody, and is forced to share the same apartment with his son. Lucas Hale is everything Shaw should avoid. He’s sharp-tongued, infuriatingly composed, and far too comfortable pushing Shaw to his limits. From the very first night, it’s clear Lucas doesn’t want Shaw there. Every word that came out of Lucas' mouth was a provocation. Shaw tells himself it doesn’t matter. He can endure anything for a few months. But tension has a way of twisting. What starts as hostility quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Their fights grow closer and sharper, charged with something neither of them wants to name. Their moral lines blur. Control slips. And suddenly, the one thing Shaw can’t afford becomes the one thing he can’t stay away from. Because Lucas isn’t just getting under his skin, he’s unraveling him. But beneath the tension and the touching and everything neither of them will say out loud, Lucas is carrying a secret, one that doesn’t just connect him to Shaw’s past. It is Shaw’s past. And when the truth finally surfaces, Shaw will have to decide if the man he’s falling for is his salvation or the reason he never should have been free at all.

Four months pregnant. I was alone when a rival family came for me.. A searing pain tore through my stomach. I couldn't reach my husband, Don Lorenzo. His phone was off. I woke up in a sterile hospital bed. Three days had passed. And the baby... was gone. That’s when I heard the nurses gossiping. “Heard Don Lorenzo cleared out a block of Fifth Avenue for his mistress three days ago. Had his phone off so they wouldn't be disturbed.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my heart was empty. I gave up my career, my whole life, for him. The Don who promised me forever… he shattered that promise just days before our fifth anniversary. Back home, I dug out an old phone and made a call. A number I hadn't touched in five years. "The European tour you mentioned…" I said, my voice hollow. "I'm in. I can be ready in a week."