Star Wars Time Travel Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I never called my stepbrother, Victor Rossi, "brother." I loved him. In my previous life, I forced him to marry me, and we became the most infamously miserable couple in New Hampston's mafia circles. On Monday, he threw me into a lion's cage after starving the beast for three days. On Tuesday, I tied him to a spinning wheel and forced him to play Russian roulette. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. I hated him because we had grown up side by side, yet even after ten years of marriage, he could not forget the woman from the fishing village. Even in bed, wrapped around each other, we hurled the cruelest curses at one another. When the cruise ship went up in flames, Victor gave me his chance to live. He shoved me onto the last lifeboat, his voice gentler than it had ever been. "This life was exhausting. I don't want to fight with you anymore. Live well. In the next life, let me go." I watched the fire swallow him along with the ship. The deep sea buried everything. The light in my eyes went out with it. I threw myself into the freezing water and ended that absurd, painful life with my own hands. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the moment I forced him to marry me. In this life, I would not destroy us both. As I watched him kneel before me, defiant even in the face of death, I did not drive away the woman he loved as I had before. "I will let you have her." Under Victor's stunned gaze, my eyes reddened as I spoke softly. "This time, I am the one who does not want you."

War. War is all we know. War for peace, war to take, war to protect. War for resources. It is impossible to avoid war because your neighbors won’t. If you are perceived as weak, you will be targeted. Your land and wealth stolen, your people killed, sons enslaved and daughters raped. To survive in this world, more important than oxygen; is strength and a cold heart. The only source of strength are mana veins. He who owns mana veins has the right to live and the right to rule. He who owns mana veins better have the strength to keep it or long life is but a pipe dream. Xasha hated war. War had taken everything from him and gave nothing in return. He hated that all wars were over petty things like pride and pocket change. He always looked to the vast wilderness with longing. He wondered why all the warmongers hadn’t turned their spears there. Where vast lands and untapped wealth were. Once he became a father. Xasha, the naïve, knowledge-loving merchant, decided he did not want his child growing up in the same world he did. He decided to change the world, end all war and unite the abandoned region. How will he do it? By starting a war, a war that will end all wars. Not a war with his neighbors over pride or a few mana veins. No. He will rage against the wilderness and the world beyond.

Silas Peterson, the wealthy, pompous, reckless hockey god who loves to throw his energy around, makes a mistake which almost costs him his career. Now he has to prove he isn’t the reckless maniac his fans think him to be. Enter Zane Hart, well-built, controlled, level-headed, elite hockey star, prepared to do everything and anything to enable his career, goes without a flaw. One reckless night leaves Silas’s life hanging by a thread… and he’s forced into a three-year contract marriage with his sworn enemy or let his career collapse. Silas is thrilled. Finally, he can confront Zane, the overly humble, two-faced , backstabbing friend who betrayed him years ago. And Zane? He might just play Silas’s game. Backing down has never been his style. Besides… what could posibly happen if he married the one person whom he hated the most on earth.

His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed. When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me. On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers. "Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her." Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers. In my previous life, I refused to step aside. I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman. The internet turned on her. She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building. Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive. It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along. Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.

My mother fell critically ill and was rushed to the hospital. Desperate, I knelt before my fiancé—the department's chief surgeon—and begged him to take charge of her operation. But outside the ICU, he was carefully tending to a scraped knee. Lucy Wendell's scraped knee, to be exact. Just as I was drowning in hopelessness, Cameron Mitchell—the hospital director and my childhood friend—pushed open the operating room doors and handed me a marriage proposal. "Marry me, and I'll personally perform your mother's surgery." With trembling hands, I signed my name, clinging to the last shred of hope that she could be saved. But she never made it through that stormy night. Cameron handled all the funeral arrangements himself, and our wedding proceeded as scheduled. Seven years later, in the hushed silence of the hospital archives, I overheard Cameron speaking with the deputy director. "Cameron, why did you transfer your mother-in-law's organ to Lucy's mother during that surgery? Weren't you afraid of getting caught?" "I owed Lucy," he replied. "If I hadn't hesitated back then, Lucy never would've chosen medical aid work in Africa… and her mother wouldn't have fallen ill from the grief."

In my previous life, I was betrothed to my childhood sweetheart, Zachary York, yet he fell for our junior, Tracy Graham, and planned to elope with her. I told his parents of their plan and asked for canceling our engagement. Yet, under their "persuasion", I lay with Zachary while he was unconscious from the drug's effects. That very night, Tracy, who had waited for him at the station, was murdered by a vagrant. I thought Zachary would rage against me. However, he merely said everyone was tied to their own destiny. He even proposed marriage to me at once. I was ecstatic, but on the night I had longed for most, he shoved me into a room filled with men. I begged him desperately to let me go, but his face twisted with hatred. "You should taste the suffering that Trace endured. If not for your jealousy, she would be my bride now!" In the end, I was brutalized to death. Because of Zachary, I was marked as the vilest woman in Riveria, denied even a shred of honor after death. Reborn, I wake to find myself on the very day of their planned elopement. This time, I'm not exposing their plan to elope. I'll even lend them a helping hand.

Amelia was arranged to marry the son of her parent's friend in order to tighten the bond of the family. She goes on with the plan and even falls for him, James. Amelia began to notice that James begins to complain about every slight thing Amelia does. He doesn’t appreciate her and he begins to think she’s a liability to him shortly after their marriage, like a few years after. She finds out that her husband was actually having an affair with his ex-girlfriend and instantly she understood why James had been acting up. Isabel goes on with her schemes which were carefully executed, slowly turning James against Amelia. Isabel is very crafty and tricky and has always wanted everything Amelia had but acts like a saint. She always pretends to be sick or something and always wants attention especially when James is around. To Amelia's surprise Isabel takes her scheme to another level by framing her making everybody believe that Amelia tried to hurt her out of jealousy.

The innocent and romantic Gemma Wakefield overhears Declan Starr, a notorious playboy and the CEO of the company where she works, saying some terrible sexist things about women to his friend. Tired of his way of behaving, Gemma is set out to teach him a lesson and unleashes a media storm against Declan. She announces to the newspapers that Mr. Starr is finally going to settle down and get married… to her. What is going to follow is a tornado with more fury than she’d ever expected, since Declan is not going to take the news calmly. He’s furious and decides to demand that she act as his real fiancée as payback. What follows is going to change both their lives forever.

My wife's childhood friend, a gambling addict she had known since childhood, returned to Dryana. To help him pay off his debts, she stole and sold my medical patent. Before it happened, I confronted her. I tried to stop her. I even threatened to call the police. Amanda Carroll looked at me as if I had disappointed her beyond repair. "Enough, Cedric Lunsford. You're a grown man. Can you stop nitpicking over every little thing? "Don isn't like you. He's in trouble right now. You make that much money. What's wrong with giving him a little? I'm already your wife. Are you seriously going to tell me where my heart is allowed to be?" I gathered the evidence and headed to the police station. Halfway there, my brakes failed. The car slammed into the guardrail. Metal crumpled and glass shattered. I was pinned in the driver's seat, drenched in blood, forcing out my last breath as I called for help. Amanda's voice on the line was flat, almost bored. "Stop yelling. Don can't stand bloody scenes. Don't make him sick. Your insurance payout is enough for him to start over. Consider it the last duty you perform as a husband." At that moment, I understood. Even at the end, she chose his gambling debt. She chose murder and an insurance payout. The vehicle exploded. Nothing remained of me. Then I opened my eyes again. I was back on the day her "childhood sweetheart" returned. This time, I did not stop her from going to the airport. I picked up my phone and called my senior overseas. "I'll sell you the patent. And the position you mentioned, I'm in. See you in three days."

Lucas Martin had never been so tolerant since his transfer to White Day High after being expelled from Aspho. He would recklessly use his newly-discovered Fire Starter skills to protect himself, but always been stopped by his cousin Moon Martin. But his misconception about him not needing anyone made him drove Moon away as he always did. When he learned about the news of an upcoming Tournament game, he started to partake and hoped that he will be selected to be a part of the school's group. He will soon realize how bad his transfer into White Day High had gotten after the Aspho Principal, Mister Vacio, insisted on his approval to either transfer back to Aspho High or stop participating in the White Day's group. Lurking with this dilemma wan an identity that said to be Lucas' past self that he didn't know if it's true or not. But as he continued fighting over his stay at his school with the rage of everyone and the aim to defeat Aspho High, he started to pick up pieces of information regarding the past self he was told while the tournament slowly come. Those intricate circumstances left Lucas with no other option but to defeat Aspho High with the hatred he has for Mister Vacio who kept getting onto his ways. The Division Skills Tournament was about to confront what its nature has only hinted from hearsays and its danger no one dared to whisper. The life-or-death fight over the victory of his school has a lot to hide than anyone anticipated.