Reverse: 1999 Fanfic Novels & Stories

I waited for eight years. What I got was his ninety-ninth canceled wedding, watching him hold another woman in his arms while feeding her drinks, and him forcing my hands onto broken glass just to make another woman happy. That was when I woke up from the dream. When I opened my eyes, dawn was already breaking outside. Pale light spread across the ocean’s surface. The pillow beneath my face was damp, though I didn’t know when I had started crying. The things happening back in Corholt reached me through the Anderson family’s intelligence network.

Rose It feels strange going back to Castle Dark Forest, and it’s going to feel even weirder being there again. It’s been so long since I first arrived there for the stupid contest… well, I guess without that contest, I would have never met my Alphas, so I suppose I won’t call it stupid anymore.

"Attempt No. 89. Atlas pushed me down the stairs. I lay on the ground, blood flowing from between my legs, feeling as if my belly were about to burst. When Quinn arrived, he simply glanced at me before picking up a crying Atlas. "He told me that Atlas was still young and insensible, so I shouldn't hold it against him. I said nothing, because I no longer had the strength to speak. "Attempt No. 99. He took our daughter away. He said that Melody was unable to conceive due to her terminal illness, but her biggest wish was to start a family with him. He said we could remarry after Melody was dead, and we could live happily ever after then. I nodded and agreed."

It felt right, like we were destinated to be together. Gray licked the corner of my mouth and brought his lips down my neck. He nibbled my collarbone, sucking on it, and successfully won a husky groan from me. I threw my head to the back and panted. God, I wanted him to rip my dress apart, wrap my legs around his waist and slam himself into my body— “Regina…” I heard a low moan escaping his lips. And that snapped me back to reality. Right. I was Regina Gibbons, the sister of Gibbons. We were blood. This was…This was sick and twisted.

I lunged forward, throwing my body over hers. Boom! The shockwave from the blast sent me flying. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. The doctor told me I'd taken serious damage to my back, but Vittoria had walked away with minor scrapes. "Alessio, I always knew you still cared about me." Vittoria sat at the edge of my bed, her eyes red. "Fortunately, my injuries aren't too bad. Once you've recovered, let's get engaged. I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life, even if you end up crippled—"

He says as he kisses her. While kissing his lips, she realizes something. "Zayn... in my letter..." he pulls away to look at her face. "What was written?" "It was written I was proposing the idea of a reverse harem with me to my brothers. The— the old Cassandra did so. What do I do...?" And on January 16th of 2022, the reverse harem with Cassandra and her brothers began in history. Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective.

My friends now, my family now. This all started with me being rejected by my best friend and future Alpha. And now I was married to my best friend and Alpha. ***** THE END *****

"Have you maybe studied the buttons on the remote or anything like that since last time." "Even better," he pulls me upstairs. Once we're in his room, he shuts the door, "I went back to like the 1900s." "The what?!" "Like 1989 or something. I don't know. The point is, everything looked different. Everything was different. Way before the Reversal." "Wow." He seems so excited. The most excited I've ever seen him. "It was like opposite day or something. The men were literally ruling shit," he shakes his head slowly.

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."

There was a dull pain at the back of my neck before my vision went dark. I lost consciousness. When I came to, I realized that I had been stuffed into a dark closet. Through the narrow gap of the door, I could see that the room outside was a bridal suite. Veronica's pliant body was wrapped around a man's muscular waist as she cooed breathily, "Tonight is our wedding night. Be gentle, okay? It's my first time." The muscles in Callum's neck bulged while he reached out to touch her face greedily. His demeanor was completely different from the perfunctory attitude he had shown me the night we slept together. The love shining in his eyes was practically overflowing.