Second Time Book

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

When I was waiting for Theodore at City Hall from dawn to dusk, he was accompanying his first love on a hike. I called him dozens of times, but he rejected my calls instantly each time. He finally picked up on the twentieth call. "Why are you blowing up my phone when you simply didn't see me for a day? Why are you acting so desperate? Sammy's feeling unwell because of her heart and I still need to take care of her at the hospital. We'll talk later about registering our marriage." Ten years of love. This was the 100th time Theodore had left me alone in front of City Hall for his first love. I hung up and calmly tossed the wedding ring away. This marriage? I was done with it.

Amanda Lucifer is the archmage of Time Cross Academy - the best school for all kinds of species. She oversees the best kind of education for her students who are future heirs to their clans or countries as the principal but more importantly, Amanda has a job to keep the population growing. The grand archmage of Time Cross Academy supports love in all forms and mating season is the best season to catch romance in action. Every year, clans and countries will send their sons and daughters to Time Cross Academy with their children's application form as well as an identification certificate that includes their second gender traits. This year is no different and the archmage looks forward to greeting her new students and tying a few red threads. Hormones will fly, clans will get allied, mates will be bonded. Everything that happens at Time Cross Academy happens for a reason and nobody shall question the archmage. Let the mating season begin! Note: As this is an anthology Collection, the focus will be around the ABO theme more than the actual couple. There will be many couple pairings so feel free to skip what you don't like and put in the comments what kind of pairings you would like to see. No females in the school seeing as the setting is purely BL. Also, no entry to those below 18, there will be adult scenes. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story as no proofreaders are offered. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Cover Art by Krustallos. Support me and my works one: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Join and stalk me on: Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn

Snow decided to run away from her pack and her supposed arranged marriage after being rejected by her mate and fiancé. Making matters worse, she discovered that his reason for rejecting her was because he was having an affair with her best friend. With nowhere to go and feeling broken and humiliated, she found consolation in the human world to mend her broken heart. There, she will meet Blaze, the mob boss, who came from a dysfunctional family and never once cared for any woman except for his sister. Blaze will grow unduly connected to the fragile-looking woman after repeated encounters with her on his turf. The mafia's life will thereafter unexpectedly collide with the runaway she-wolf warrior. Will their differences, though, keep them apart, causing Snow to experience yet another rejection? And what will happen when, in the middle of everything, the one who rejected Snow, the Alpha, and her mate, comes to take her back to be his Luna with a valid explanation on why he rejected her? Unbeknownst to all of them, the Moon Goddess is giving them the hardest trial they could have to find their second chance mate. Whose love then, will be powerful enough to prevail over the disparate lies they all live in? Who will Snow choose in the end to embrace as her second-chance mate? Will she choose the one who rejects her to save her, or the one who saves her from the rejection?

Nagluluksa si Amara Alcantanra sa burol ng kaniyang ina habang abala ang kanyang asawa sa pagdiriwang ng kaarawan ng unang babaeng minahal nito—punong-puno ng kasiyahan at engrande ang selebrasyon. Klarong-klaro ang lahat kay Amara. Kung hindi siya mahal ng lalaki, ayaw na rin niya dito. Iniwan niya ang kasunduan ng diborsyo sa ibabaw ng mesa at piniling ipalaglag ang dinadala, at lumakad palayo nang mag-isa. Limang taon ang lumipas. Sa isang marangyang subastahan, lumitaw ang chief auctioneer nakasuot ito ng isang hapit na makabagong Filipiniana na backless, may mataas na slit sa hita, at natatakpan ng puting belo ang kanyang mukha. Lahat ng mata ay kusang tumigil sa kanya. Napasimangot si Argus De Luca, bahagyang nanliliit ang mga mata. "Ang pangalan niya'y Reina?" Tumango ang kanyang assistant. "Yes, Sir. May nabalitaan rin akong minsan may nag-alok ng sampu-sampung milyon kapalit ng pagkakataong makita ang tunay niyang mukha pero tinanggihan niya." Sa wakas, natagpuan na ni Argus De Luca ang babaeng matagal na niyang hinahanap sa loob ng limang taon. Kinagabihan ay hinarang niya ito sa isang kanto. "Auctioneer Reina, hanggang ngayon ay tinatakbuhan mo pa rin ako o mas tamang sabihin kong Amara?" "Argus, hiwalay na tayo." "Hindi ko kailanman sinang-ayunan 'yon. Nasaan ang anak ko?" "Mukhang nakalimot ka, Argus… ikaw mismo ang dahilan kung bakit nalaglag ang bata, limang taon na ang nakalipas!" Ngunit ngumisi si Argus, at may inilantad sa harap niya. "Kung gayon, ipaliwanag mo ito." Triplets na limang taong gulang ang nakatayo sa harap nila.

Humanity has finally done it and destroyed the world. After the spread of the killer virus that no one had a cure for, countries started to fight as greed has pushed them to expand their territories. And in the process, they provoked mother nature to take a stand. The plague evolved into something that twisted and deformed humans; they were neither dead nor alive. Just walking empty husks that fed on flesh and had one purpose, killing. The supernatural were exposed to the rest of the world; as they weren't spared and got affected, too. The result of this knowledge was chaos. Instead of creating one unity, the rest of the living were fighting among themselves and the undead. The entire world turned into a big arena and it was (survival of the fittest).

Lena Clermont fell hard for her dad's friend, Andrew Rohan—twelve years older. The first time she saw him, he was all sharp suits and broad shoulders, effortlessly standing out. He smiled, patted her head, and handed her a princess dress. Fast forward to twenty. He got drugged at a banquet. She wore that same dress, offering herself as the cure.

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

"Did you ever, even once, imagine yourself loving me?" Sarah posed a hopeful question to Philip. "Don’t make me laugh, Sarah. Everything between us has been purely about pleasure and business.” Sarah had harbored feelings for Philip ever since she first saw him in a sports magazine. When his fiancée abandoned him at the altar to elope with another man, Sarah selflessly offered herself as a replacement bride to spare his embarrassment. After enduring three years of a loveless and toxic marriage, Sarah finally summoned the courage to divorce Philip, who was still pining for his former fiancée. She vowed to herself that she would find another man who would love, trust, and worship her like a queen. This is what she sought if she were to marry a second time. A year later, their paths crossed again. Philip confronted Sarah in a ladies’ restroom, demanding, “Do not let other men touch you!” Sarah remained indifferent; her demeanor noticeably changed. “And what if I do?” she retorted. Philip’s tone grew menacing, “You won’t like what I’d do.” Unfazed, Sarah shot back, “Mr. Cornell, I’ve never liked what you’ve done, even in the past. There’s nothing new about that, and please stop whining like a baby,” before turning and walking away, disdainfully leaving him behind.

A week before summer break, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart threw a fit, insisting on going to Tanond to watch a strip show. She even convinced our entire class to go with them. I kept warning them that it was not safe, that it could be some kind of new scam, and begged them not to go. When they refused to listen, I secretly reported it to the police. On the day of their departure, the police stopped them right at customs. A few days later, a male stripper suddenly went viral overnight. When she found out about it, she got so furious her eyes turned red. “It’s all Zoey’s fault! If it weren’t for her, we could’ve seen an international superstar's strip show!” On the first day we went back to school, they drugged me and made ten men teach me how to dance. “Didn’t you stop us from watching a strip show? Then you can perform one for us yourself.” The next day, my photos of strip show were all over social media. After that, I jumped off a building out of despair. When I opened my eyes again, it was once again the day his little sweetheart demanded that trip to Tanond.