My Time Bts Mga Nobela at Kwento

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

In the eighth year of our relationship, I took a silver blade meant for my Alpha, Adrian Blackwood. After confirming that I would survive, he promised me anything I wanted. Everyone expected me to demand the marking ceremony he had postponed for eight years. Instead, I looked at him calmly. “Release me from your claim.” Then I turned and walked away. Adrian only laughed. “She’s desperate for attention. Give her three days. She’ll come crying and beg me to take her back.” But Adrian was wrong. Because I had been reborn. In my previous life, I used the life debt he owed me to force him into the marking ceremony. That night, his first love, Ivy, jumped from a rooftop. Blaming me for Ivy’s suici

He paused dramatically, as if waiting for me to press play. “Do you need a dollar to open your mouth again?” “Don’t be shocked, and scream, because I’m not going to—“ “Spit it out already Lucas I’m losing my patience here!” “Well, BTS just confirmed that they’ll be—“ “BTS? Like the seven normal boys from Korea BTS? You mean BangTan boys? That BTS?” I screamed on top of my lungs, ignoring the dissatisfied look Douglas had on his face. “With this reaction, I don’t think they’ll be attending the party anymore.”

That traitor didn’t show up until hours later. ***** THE NEXT MORNING The sound of my phone buzzing stirred me from a light sleep. I blinked groggily, sunlight slipping through the sheer curtains like golden guilt. It was a message from Tina. Tina: Don’t you dare forget, babe. Brian’s concert tonight! 7PM. I already have our passes. You're welcome 😘 I groaned and smiled all at once, my heart doing a tiny flip. Brian. My forever celebrity crush. My coping mechanism. My delusional escape plan.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Good,” i muttered. Now, I can continue with the rest of my plan. ~~~~~~~~~Night~~~~~~~ I glanced down at my phone, then lifted my head to look at the building in front of me. This is definitely the address. There is no way there will be mistake. I stared at it for a moment, my brows slowly drawing together. “…It’s a club,” I muttered under my breath. Not just a club, but, a gay club at that. I exhaled softly, still trying to process it.

But could he really let everything go to his family? His voice was shaking as he asked, "How long do I have to decide?" Mr. MacPherson's face turned serious. "We don't have time to waste, son." Today is the day of the engagement party. Then we need to say it, or the deal is off. Carson's eyes got really big in shock. "This coming weekend? That's three days from now!" "I know it came on quickly," his mom said in a soft voice. "Honey, we're running out of plans. "Please give it some thought."

I wasn't the one who was always distant from her own family. I was just a newcomer on the team, the junior everyone looked out for. Everyone here was focused on building something meaningful. Their attention was entirely on data and design drafts. The bitterness of my past gradually faded under the rhythm of daily experiments and calculations. So when the front desk told me I had a call from my parents, I was momentarily stunned. "Hello. What is it?" I asked calmly. It had been over three months since I left home. Simone's birthday had long passed.

I dazedly opened my phone. In a ten-second reel, Corbin was carrying Mabel while doing squats. In the sweltering summer heat, he wore a sleeveless tank top, and she wore a miniskirt. With every moment their skin touched, I felt sicker, though I was just watching it through a screen. Without saying a word, I double-tapped the reel and continued eating my lunch. Mabel clicked her tongue and said, “Aren’t you mad?” I looked at her, somewhat confused.

She asked. “It’s for 6 PM.” Nathan replied. “We’ll have one of the chef’s best tables.” “Well, I guess that’s something to look forward to.” She said. “Right now I just need to go over the rest of my emails and try and figure out some logistics stuff. At least until 6 o’clock.”