Once Upon A Time Crossover Fanfiction

The new generation of wolves has befallen into a Curse System where everything they wanted to acquire; essentials, properties, leisure, transportation, and even a piece of sweet candy, will cost a portion of their time remaining on earth. On the other hand, they are obliged to do and accept humanitarian missions for their lifeline to increase. The more humans they could help the more increase of their stayed on earth. However, the more time they wasted, the earlier they perish.

"You are truly here," said the man softly, his eyes running over her as if trying to make sure she was who he thought she was. Erin couldn't hide her confusion. "Do I know you? I'm not sure we've met before.” “Not in this lifetime, but you are mine," he replied confidently. “Excuse me?" Erin asked in utter confusion. Who was this guy, and why the heck was he saying this weird stuff to her? “I know you don't know me yet," the man continued.“But you will, Edvana. You will know me because you are my mate.” ************ When Erin agreed to take Devon up on his claim of being her destined mate, she did not expect to be transported back in time to a pre-civilization era during a werewolf civil war! How was she going to make it back to the future/present alive, when she was now caught in the middle of an apocalyptic battle?

Ataisha was on the brink of losing herself. Everything has gone cold—he has gone cold. It all played perfectly a few months back but everything changed in a blink of an eye. She couldn’t handle the pain all at once, especially when she felt the love she had always craved in him. Siya na lang ang nakakapag paramdam kay Aisha na may taong nagmamahal sa kanya at magpapahalaga, but what happened? Why does it have to be like this? She was never loved by her family, treated less than trash. She was always desperate for affection and when she finally gets it with him, this has to happen. He kept blaming her for something she doesn’t even remember doing, and he won’t explain. He will keep acting like he hates her, or maybe he really does. Who knows, she might have really done something to push him away like this. But the truth is always bound to be unveiled, and in desperation to find answers and make sense of it all, Ataisha found herself trapped in a deeper hole of secrets waiting to be freed. Secrets that will bring new wounds and open scars she never knew were still needed healing. Secrets that will forever open her heart to acceptance even if it’s going to be painfully difficult. Will she be able to free herself from the chains holding her in that deep hole of secrets and lies? or will she forever be tangled in whispers of secrecy and distrust?

"I should’ve killed him the night he betrayed me. Instead, I kept him alive — chained, bleeding, and trembling beneath my hands." Nicholas Rhodes, heir to the Rhodes crime syndicate, had everything: control, power, loyalty. Until him. Rafael “Rafe” Vega — the man he once trusted with his life — turned on him in the middle of a war, selling secrets to their rivals. But when fate forces their worlds to collide again, Nicholas doesn’t kill Rafe. He takes him back. As a captive. As a weapon. As a reminder of everything he lost. Hatred was supposed to keep them apart. Instead, it burns hotter than desire — twisting into something neither of them can name. Obsession becomes their language. Betrayal becomes their bond. And love… love is the bullet waiting in the chamber. Because in their world, love doesn’t save. It destroys. --- Main Characters: Nicholas Rhodes— 29 Cold, ruthless, born into blood and chaos. After Rafe’s betrayal, he’s become darker — quieter, crueler. He claims he feels nothing anymore… but Rafe’s name still tastes like venom and longing on his tongue. Rafael “Rafe” Vega — 26 Former hitman and Nicholas’s right hand, before he turned traitor. Charming, unpredictable, and carrying his own secrets. His betrayal wasn’t what it seemed — but he’d rather die than beg Nicholas to understand.

Trigger warning! This book includes violence and explicit scenes targeting adult audience (18+). Readers discretion is adviced. *** "I'll give you a life filled with so much pleasure that you forget all the pain you ever went through". *** Living her life as an object, hurt and killed by her father and twin sister, Raven over and over again, Haven grows in a world of fear and survival. Trying her best to get by everyday. Until she meets Urian, the lycan king who is not supposed to have a mate. Creating a bond more stronger than anything that has ever existed. Leaving a world she has always known, her world of hell. And leaving her father and Raven to go into a whole new world. One that was meant to be her new hell, one that was meant to be unbearable, she soon realizes that a love she never knew could exist, one so strong and steady, was now with her and Urian has no plans of ever letting her go. He is ready to show her a taste of paradise every time and everywhere.

The day before our wedding, Luke Murray got wasted. On the ride home, he looked right at me and slurred, "Cassie, don't bring the kid to the ceremony. Arya can't know I'm the dad." I hit the brakes. Hard. He smacked into the seatback, halfway sobering up. When he finally realized it was me, he just... froze. Then he said real slow, "Guess you heard. Wedding's off—for now. Cassie doesn't want marriage, but the kid's mine, so I gotta step up. She's your bestie, right? You probably feel bad she's doing this alone. So once he's in school, I'll come back and marry you." I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "...That's fine. I don't mind." He didn't say a word when we got home—just grabbed his suitcase and left. I wiped the last tear off my face, sat on the bed, and just stared at nothing. Then my phone lit up. My childhood friend's voice cracked on the other end. "Arya, don't marry him. Please." I didn't say anything for a sec. "Okay."

I accidentally stumbled upon numerous explicit videos on my husband's computer while tidying up his desk. The videos showed him in bed with my unmarried best friend. The relationship between my husband and me had been platonic ever since I gave birth 40 years ago. His reason was that he was no longer capable of physical intimacy. Now, it felt like my entire life had been a sham, despite all my efforts for my family.

No aniversário da nossa União, minhas pernas envolviam meu Alfa, Adrian, enquanto compartilhávamos um beijo profundo. Meus dedos roçaram o bolso secreto do meu vestido de seda, e minha mão se apertou ao redor do teste de gravidez que eu havia escondido ali. Sentia o leve pulsar de uma nova vida dentro de mim, planejando dar a ele essa surpresa como o final perfeito da nossa noite. Foi então que o Beta de Adrian, Ethan, falou em tom baixo e provocador, usando a Língua Antiga. — Alfa, aquela sua cunhadinha... a loba recém-amadurecida, Zoe. Qual foi o gosto dela? A risada baixa e sugestiva de Adrian chegou aos meus ouvidos, discreta, mas perfeitamente clara. Ele respondeu na mesma língua ancestral. — Sabe aquela pimenta fresquinha? Ardida, com um toque picante de verdade. A palma da mão dele ainda acariciava minha cintura, mas seu olhar já havia se desviado para outro lugar. — Só mantém isso em segredo. Se minha Luna descobrir, acabou tudo. Os outros Betas soltaram risadinhas cúmplices, erguendo seus copos em uma promessa silenciosa de guardar seu segredo. Mas um frio me invadiu, e minha loba interior ficou imóvel, como se tivesse morrido. Ele não sabia que eu havia estudado a Língua Antiga para minha pesquisa sobre trauma em lobisomens. Eu entendia cada palavra. Contive minhas lágrimas, forçando-me a parecer inabalável, mantendo a compostura esperada de uma Luna. Em vez de confrontá-lo, enviei uma mensagem magicamente protegida à Anciã Slone da Associação de Curandeiros Lobisomens, aceitando o convite que ela havia me estendido. Em três dias, eu me juntaria a um programa seguro de reabilitação para lobisomens como sua nova Terapeuta-Chefe e desapareceria do mundo de Adrian para sempre.

She poured her heart out, yet he did not do the same. As infidelity befell her marriage, she was forced to divorce her husband with nothing left in her name. Overnight, she changed from the enviable position of Madam Larson to a pitiful, penniless wretch. She thought that she would not meet him again, yet fate played with her and they crossed paths once more. “Let me go, I beg you.”“Do you think I’ll do that again?”

When I found out I was pregnant, Elroy Lousteau went all out—hired some fancy doctor, loaded me up with meds to "protect the baby." He'd never believed in anything before, but suddenly he went to church, praying like his life depends on it. "You've been through hell, babe. Once the baby's here, I swear I'll make it right." That same day, I picked up his phone by accident. "As instructed, the meds include a compound for permanent infertility. The baby will be stillborn. "Ms. Tillon's baby is healthy and will be delivered safely—as the true Lousteau heir. "Mrs. Lousteau won't suspect a thing. Your relationship's secure. You can rest assured." I looked down at my belly. He never loved me. Not really. So I made up my mind—once the divorce papers were signed, I was gone. No looking back.