Split Second นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Prepare everything. If she steps foot toward the future, I will strike her down before she enters. I will not lose again.” But then, as they took the first step in fear, unwilling to waste a single moment— Something cracked. I froze. My chest tightened, pain searing through me. My body twisted, jerking as if invisible chains were pulling me apart. The shadows gasped, retreating. “What is happening?” one cried. My scream split the cavern as light and darkness ripped through me at once. My body split down the middle—splintered, torn, dividing into two. Then three.

� 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥.

“But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.” Elowen held that gaze for one long moment, then turned slightly - just enough to show she was aware of the dais and the court beyond it. The banners fluttered faintly with the movement of air through high doors. The sound of distant bells - announcement bells, ceremonial bells - threaded through the hall, low and inevitable.

She glanced down, expecting another client update or one of the many emails she had been ignoring for the past ten minutes. Instead, she saw a name she hadn’t expected. Jax: I hope this isn’t a bad time. Chelsea stared at the message for a second. It was already suspicious. Chelsea: That depends. Are you about to ask me to sit through another disastrous blind date? The reply came almost immediately. Jax: No. I learned my lesson. I don’t think I have the emotional capacity to witness another man making you wait an hour. She smiled before she could stop herself. Chelsea: Good. Because I don’t think I have the patience to pretend to be polite again.

I wanted to complain but she wasn't done yet. “Relax sir. The first phase failed, but then we found out that it was because some chemicals were not up to par, so we had to use an alternative, which surprisingly worked. And then we had to do the second phase, the third phase, and we’re in the fourth phase now.” “Wait, how many phases are there?” “Twelve, apparently. But we are taking our time to make sure that your mother receives the best care that anybody can receive.” I was so glad that I had met with Silas. Without him or his money I would be screwed.

Reagan watched me for a few seconds, then in a voice flatter than before, he said, “One year.” I turned my head. “What?” “This marriage. We keep it up for one year,” he said casually. “After that, we can get divorced. The business world’s used to seeing impulsive marriages fall apart in a year. No one will suspect a thing. Just enough to protect the family name. Then we go our separate ways, no drama. Win-win.” One year. That sentence hit like a hammer falling gently onto a glass table. Didn’t shatter right away but the cracks started showing.

"Wendy! You've gone way too far! I told you that the divorce is just for show, so why are you still being mean to Yvonne?!" I held my stinging cheek, tears welling up in my eyes. That was the second time he hit me over Yvonne. Even with a second chance at life, I could not escape being picked on by Yvonne. I could not keep quiet anymore and shot back, "Eric. After ten years of marriage, don't you know me at all? Would I really do something like that? "And be honest. Is this divorce really just for show?" He looked stunned, as if I had caught him off guard. He stared at me, speechless, without any explanation.

“I want you to rip him apart, but do it slowly. Don’t take his vital organs until the end.” I watch Masuzyo’s eyes go wide and my warriors all shift into their wolves as I turn, rushing my mate to the pack hospital as I hear the snarls and snaps of my packs and screams of pain from Masuzyo.

“That would be the start and every time I make mistakes, you will bottle it up until you can take it anymore and explode. And by the time I realized that you knew about the affair, it was already too late because you had already moved on from me.” “Oh.” I nodded. “That is what most women do when they want to give the person they love a second chance. They would pretend that nothing was wrong but they were observing. And every time they got hurt, their feelings for their partner were slowly fading away until it was too late for it to restore.” “And I thank you for choosing to let go for a while instead of giving me a second chance immediately.” He touched his forehead to mine. “You didn’t let

I would miss them. The melody of a random song played softly and I focused my attention on the blurs of the landscape, detached and absorbed in the drops that formed various undefined outlines. I once read in a magazine that human beings have a network of neurons specialized in recognizing glances, substantially a detector of which sets off a brain alarm the instant you realize you are being watched. At that minute, my "radar" was activated, so I changed the direction of my vision and saw that John was staring at me, quickly focusing back on the wet runway.