Summer Time Saga Mod Novels & Stories

A beautiful journey of a boy and a girl in a relationship of lifetime called “Marriage “. A story of how they meet, fall in love and get married.

On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."

She was never supposed to matter. The novel never gave her a name worth remembering. After dying in a mundane accident, twenty-three-year-old Clara Quinn opens her eyes inside the pages of the fantasy novel she despised most — reborn not as the heroine, not as the villainess, but as an unnamed background character fated to die before the story even begins. Her plan is simple: stay invisible. Attend the Imperial Academy of Asterveil, avoid every named character, and quietly survive a plot designed to destroy everyone foolish enough to interfere. That plan lasts exactly one day. During the entrance ceremony, Lady Morwen Ashvale — the infamous crimson-eyed prodigy that even crown princes fear — steps off her platform, walks past every noble heir waiting for her acknowledgment, and stops directly in front of Clara. "You belong to me," Morwen says, loud enough for every student in the hall to hear. "Do not forget it this time." This time. Clara has never met this woman in her life. Yet Morwen looks at her as though she has been searching for centuries. As shadows begin stalking Clara through the academy's cursed corridors — as the original story fractures and rewrites itself around her — Clara uncovers the truth that should be impossible: Morwen has lived this story hundreds of times. She has watched Clara die in every single one. And in every timeline where Clara falls, Morwen burns the kingdom to ash. She is not obsessed. She is grieving. She has always been grieving. And this time, she refuses to lose again.

Despite me being three months pregnant, my husband asked me to jump into the water to help his first love look for her necklace. I teared up and begged my husband not to make me do this . Yet his friends all criticized me. “He’s just asking you to jump into the water. You’re the only one who can swim here. Nothing will go wrong if you’re only in for a little while.” “Minerva, that’s the memento Violet’s mother left for her.” I tried to keep fighting against it and grabbed the hem of Shaun’s shirt. But he shoved me into the sea. I struggled against the water as I hoped to see any hint of pity in Shaun’s eyes. Yet he said, “Minerva, you’re an excellent swimmer. You’ll be fine.”

"Marry me," he replied coldly and emotionlessly. "In exchange, I'll pay your debt." There are no strings attached, and no love is expected. It was just a basic transaction." Sofie paused, her heart beating. She realized she had no other option. But as she stared into his cold gaze, she couldn't help but wonder if she was striking a pact with the devil. She felt a shudder run down her spine. Could she actually pull this off? Marry this man for money, knowing it will be a loveless marriage? In her thoughts, she could almost hear her mother's voice asking her to follow her heart. Sofia's life was flipped upside down when her parents died, leaving her alone and in debt. To be able to pay the remaining dept of her Dad, she have to accept to be the contract wife of a cold-hearted and famous Billionaire, someone she already had a bad encounter with. knowing there is no love between them. What she doesn't know is that she's being pulled into a dangerous web of secrets and lies.

***This is the sequel to Once Upon An Alpha; please read it first.*** Once Upon a Luna continues to follow Rose, Orion, their friends, and their pack a year and a half after the Fallen Moon battle. Now that Hodges, Kroll, and Greta are dead, it's time for the Black Moon pack to move forward. Has Rose figured out her other gift? Where will her gifts lead her this time? What will Rose's premonitions show her next?

I have been reborn 999 times, all to save my husband from the woman he can never forget. Each time, he hides the truth from me, only to be tricked by her into entering that room destined to go up in flames. He always dies in the fiery explosion. Nearly a thousand lifetimes pass, and I never once complain, even though loving him tears me apart. However, this time, I have made up my mind. I won't save him. This time, I will watch him die with my own eyes.

After I discovered that my husband, Leonardo Marchetti, could not let go of his first love, I started teaching our daughter Sofia to call him "Uncle Leonardo." Sofia sprained her ankle at school. In the middle of the night, Leonardo got a phone call. Valentina was crying on the other end. Her daughter Lily had a nightmare and would not stop screaming for a father. Leonardo left without saying a word. I pressed an ice pack against Sofia's swollen ankle and whispered, "Say 'goodbye, Uncle Leonardo.'" Leonardo promised to come to Sofia's school sports day. Then Valentina called, sobbing that Lily had no father to run the three legged race with him. Leonardo walked out without a second thought. I just handed the phone to Sofia and told her to tell her teacher, "Uncle Leonardo says he cannot make it." Every time, Sofia hesitated. Sofia did not understand why I was making her do this. Until one day, Leonardo finally realized how much he had failed us. He put down all his mob business for Sofia's piano recital and swore he would not miss it. Sofia was backstage with the other children. Then Leonardo's phone buzzed. Valentina. I could not hear what she said, but I could guess. Lily was crying. Lily needed him. Lily did not have a father. Leonardo came back. But before Leonardo could begin his excuse, Sofia's voice came from the stage. "It is okay, Uncle Leonardo. You go take care of your other kid. Mom staying here to watch me is enough."

For the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, the system in my mind warned me. [Warning! The lovesick part of your brain is highly active! If you refuse to leave John Miller, you’ll die an hour later!] I looked at my husband. He was scolding me for the sake of his secretary, who was his first love. I once burned down all of my award-winning drawings just because he disliked them. I calmly gave the system in my brain an order. “Since the cause of the malfunction is the lovesick portion of my brain, I hereby grant you the highest authority to remove it. Do the surgery now!” An hour later, John stopped me at the door of the ward. His eyes were bloodshot. “Grace Stone, what are you trying to pull?” I raised my head and watched him coldly and calmly. “Mister, you blocked the light. Based on an analysis, this constitutes an illegal detention. Do you need my help calling the cops?”

After the company's entire plane crashed and everyone on board died, we all found ourselves transported into a novel, tasked with winning the favor of a queen. The system's icy voice issued its prompt: [The queen's male consort possesses a voice as melodious as a lark's.] Our handsome secretary smiled with quiet confidence. That very day, he stationed himself along the queen's usual route and began to sing a modern pop song. The queen was thoroughly pleased. She summoned him onto her carriage. Our colleagues looked on with unconcealed envy. "Looks like the bonus is his." "How lucky. The queen is wealthy and beautiful. Not only does he get to spend the night with her, he'll make a fortune too." But the next day, we saw the secretary hanging from a tree in the royal garden. His body was completely naked, riddled with arrows, his eyes still wide open in death. The voice he had once cherished was now a vessel crammed with thick, crude bamboo spikes. At the same time, the system's cold notification sounded once more. [All challengers' lives have entered the countdown. Please complete your conquest as soon as possible.]