Never Too Late Novel Novels & Stories

I had a miscarriage and was confined in the ICU. Meanwhile, my husband was off traveling the world with his first love. It wasn't until he decided to divorce me that he finally remembered I existed. He called my mother, demanding to know how long I planned to act out. She was disheartened, looking at me, who was barely clinging to life. "Shannon will never cause you trouble again! Happy now?" she snapped.

In the world of crime family, Don Damian and I were known for two things: him for running wild, me for standing by him. Everyone knew I was crazy about Damian. It started when we were kids. I was born with a congenital heart defect. My parents couldn't afford the surgery and chose to walk away. Back then, Damian was just a street-level errand boy whose father had gambling debts. He had no standing, no money, nothing. But to raise cash for my surgery, he volunteered for the most dangerous work the Coronelli family had, the kind where each job was a gamble with his life and every payday came in blood. He clawed his way up. The Don eventually took him in as an adopted son, and I became his wife, just like I'd always hoped. But ten years into our marriage, Damian stopped coming home. I'd sit alone at a table of cold food, calling him over and over. Sometimes a woman's voice would answer in the background. He had a private lounge at the family's club, and there was never a shortage of company. My best friend Vincent couldn't understand it. "Is it worth it? He doesn't love you anymore." I just smiled. "He gave me my life. I know he still loves me." Then Vincent forwarded me an encrypted video. A girl in a hospital gown sat on a hospital bed. At the edge of the frame, a hand with sharp-knuckled fingers reached into the shot, a hand wearing the family crest watch. Their fingers were intertwined. The caption read: [My hero promised to marry me once I'm better!! yay!!] I stared at the screen for a long time. That watch. I knew it cold. It was the one I'd fastened it onto his wrist myself more times than I could count, and there was no way I was wrong.

Olivia Carter once believed that love could grow after marriage. For three years, she stayed beside the cold and powerful CEO, Sebastian Knight, enduring his indifference and the humiliation from his family. But everything shattered the night Sebastian chose another woman and threw divorce papers in front of her. Heartbroken and betrayed, Olivia disappeared from his life without a word. What Sebastian never knew was that she carried a secret that would change everything. Five years later, Olivia returns—but she is no longer the weak woman everyone once mocked. She has become a fearless and powerful woman with her own empire, and by her side stands a brilliant little boy who shares the same cold eyes as Sebastian Knight. When their paths cross again, the ruthless CEO who once abandoned her begins to realize the truth he ignored for years. But this time, Olivia Carter is no longer the woman who begged for love. Now the powerful CEO must chase the wife he lost, face dangerous enemies, and prove that his regret isn’t too late. Because some mistakes cost more than a broken heart… They cost the family you never knew you had.

"You never loved me, Gerald. You only loved the version of me that suffered for you." For years, Lara devoted everything to her marriage, but when she finally discovers she's pregnant— the miracle she had prayed for after years of heartbreak— she also receives devastating news: she has lung cancer and only six months left to live. Before she can tell Gerald the truth, his first love, Ria, returns from abroad and walks right back into their lives, turning Gerald against her and worse, hurting her till she lost her baby. Lara expects her husband to stand by her. Instead, Gerald accuses her of hurting Ria and refuses to believe she was ever pregnant or dying. Betrayed by the man she loved most, Lara signs the divorce papers and disappears from his life with the help of her best friend, Bryan, who was also in love with her. He stays beside her through painful treatments, shattered dreams, and countless nights when she thought she won't survive. But three years later, Lara returns. She's alive, stronger and no longer the woman Gerald once left behind. Now a successful businesswoman with wealth and influence beyond imagination, she catches Gerald's attention for all the wrong reasons. And he refuses to accept that he isn't her husband anymore. Bryan, the man who loved her when she had nothing, stands by her side as her pretend husband. Gerald fights to get back his wife who he almost lost due to his carelessness. As Ria schemes to destroy her once again, Lara must choose between the past that nearly killed her and the man who helped her live. This time, she won't be the one begging for

"After sacrificing everything for my love and best friend, I died on the floor begging them for my inhaler.” ….. Ethan Rawcrest has been my entire world since childhood. I loved him, supported him to win the Hockey championship and dreamed of becoming his Luna. Maria was the sister I never had. Whenever she needed blood to survive, I gave her mine without hesitation. But she used that blood to curse me. That night, Ethan revealed that Maria was his fated mate, and I was brutally killed. But fate gave me a second chance, and I swore revenge. This time, instead of joining Ice Moon, I chose Blood Fang, the hockey team led by Kael Blackthorn, the Lycan Prince. The captain of Ethan's greatest rival hockey team, whom he hated the most. And the heir of a kingdom responsible for my father's death. The moment Kael kissed me in front of the entire academy, a war began. Ethan lost his mind the moment he watched me fall for the man he could never defeat. Now one Alpha wants me back. One Lycan Prince would burn the world to keep me with him. When an ancient war between lycans and werewolves erupts once again, and a divine power sleeping inside me, I must decide who deserves my heart before the enemy kingdoms tear each other apart. Too late for Ethan... This time, I chose his rival.

In the fifth year after my death, my mate, Kade Irvin, comes to the shack that I used to live in once again. He's not here to visit me. The truth is, his new lover, Tiffany Hart's blood cancer has relapsed once again, so he desperately needs my bone marrow in order to extend her life. When he steps into the old and ruined room, he realizes that it's empty. "Nala, get out right now! My patience is limited, you know!" Upon hearing his bellows, the old she-wolf who lives next door, Patricia Howl, rushes over to him. "Are you looking for Nala? She died a long time ago." Kade has already blocked our mind-link. Of course, he's oblivious about how much pain and suffering I had to go through before my death. He just chuckles coldly in return. "Her bastard pup is still in my hands. As if she has the guts to die! Tell her that she'd better come to me before tomorrow if she still wants to see that bastard spawn of hers!" But Patricia sighs and shakes her head. "If you're talking about Nala's pup, that poor thing died a long time ago protecting his mother…"

We had been married for five years, but Chuck Gorman spent more than half his time at the condo opposite the river. He claimed that his older brother, Calvin, had passed away at a young age, leaving behind his widow, who had no one to depend on, and that as Calvin's brother, he was responsible for taking care of both families. This was a Gorman family value of upholding loyalty and kinship. I had believed his words then. To help him uphold his loyalty and dignity, I tolerated it whenever he was absent during important holidays and said nothing when he split his time between his sister-in-law and me during Christmas dinner. I even had to hold back my tongue when others mocked me for being a weak woman who was willing to 'share her husband'. However, Chuck had always been gentle yet distant when he spoke to me. This continued until we were involved in an accident with several collisions. The car we were in was wrecked. As I shielded my heavily pregnant belly, I broke out in cold sweat from the pain. I kept hitting the window while shouting, "Chuck! Save the baby…" Chuck climbed out from the driver's seat and glanced at my bleeding body, only to turn away to pry open the car door of the back seat. He shielded Sandi Lemming tightly in his arms, holding her against his chest despite her suffering only minor scratches on the forehead. "Don't look, Sandi. It's okay. I'm right here." He patted her gently on the back while comforting her over and over to calm her nerves. As for me, I was stuck inside the car due to the dented car door. I realized that it was not loyalty and kinship he was practising. He was just unable to see Sandi come to harm at all.

Elara thought her life was perfect. Betrothed to a prince, raised by the Alpha and Luna, and days away from unlocking her wolf. But on her 18th birthday, everything shattered. Branded a liar, stripped of her name, and cast into slavery, she watched another girl steal her place as the Alpha’s daughter. Betrayed, banished, and broken, Elara was dragged into the darkness of the unknown… only to discover a deeper fate that ties her to a cursed Alpha, a buried truth, and a power she never knew she had. Her fall was only the beginning of her journey.

Andrew was the youngest Alpha the Northern packs had ever seen.   On his twenty-eighth birthday, he accepted a she-wolf as a gift — right in front of everyone.   For the first time, I dropped the obedient act. I smashed the champagne tower, threw my ring at him, and called off our engagement.   Then I packed my bags and left the pack I'd called home for seven years.   Everyone said I was a rogue with no one to turn to — that I'd come crawling back within three days.   Andrew didn't even care. "She's a rogue I took in. Without the North, where else would she go?"   But three days came and went. Then dozens more. I never went back.   The first time Andrew reached out through our mind-link, he found nothing.   I'd already severed the connection.   Later, when news broke that I had mated with Austin, Alpha of the South, it sent shockwaves through the werewolf world.   Andrew showed up at my door, desperate, begging me to come home.   Austin smiled warmly, his arm curling around my waist. "Andrew, what exactly are you discussing with my Luna?"

Five years into my marriage to the Don, Ives Moretti, he left me for dead during a shootout to get his mistress, Isabella, to safety. I woke up three days later in a private hospital room. No apology. Ives was cold. “You’re my wife. You knew the risks. Stop being so dramatic.” Then, he added, “Isabella’s different. She’s fragile. She needed me.” That was followed by three months of the silent treatment. Like always, he expected me to be the one to break, to come crawling back begging for forgiveness. Three months later, I handed the Irish deal to Isabella on a silver platter. The big one I’d spent half a year building myself. Ives thought it was a peace offering. He smiled, a rare, genuine thing these days. “I knew you’d come around. As a reward, we’ll go to Vegas. I know you’ve always wanted to go.” The next day, Isabella whined about being bored, and he broke his promise. He took her to Vegas instead. Told me it was “urgent family business.” This time, I didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene. Ives was pleased I was being so understanding. He had no idea I was already cutting all ties to the Moretti family. That he’d already signed the divorce papers. I was free.