The Infinite Moment Of Us นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They are twins like light and darkness, their destiny united since they were born, when their parents cast a spell to hide their powers until they find their mate (their mate created by the moon goddess), even though they are identical before everyone's eyes, their souls and feelings are different, Arya and Faith, two princesses of the White Magic Coven and daughters of a powerful Alpha, half witch half wolf their life will not be easy, when they find themselves between the of the Alpha King Lanox, both will be his muse and his mate his other half, when they thought this was the solution, they realized that it will unleash something unimaginable, they will have the same mate and how can he choose between them when they are united by such a great power, how to fight against the desire and temptation to have them both, knowing that this will cause a tragedy to unfold, how to choose between the who is your first and the who awakens the desire in you and is your downfall, but if he does not choose, they will and that is when all will be lost. BOOK 1 I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER BOOK 2 ENDLESSLY MINE BOOK 3 INFINITELY OURS. All copyrights, registration number 2110119499270, registered work.

Olivia's reputation as a star student and loyal friend is tested at Velmont Heights Academy when a new brilliant student arrives and threatens her spot. With her father's health declining, her brother's wayward life, and a mother worn out from constant hospital visits, her academic excellence is the one thing that keeps her going. Then there's Andrew, her male friend who may be more than just a friend. Lola, her girlfriend — the life of the party who hides behind her laughter. Davis, the guy who loves to tease her but maybe there's something more to it. Jack, who plays the piano and always seems to show up at the right moments. And Nora? Whose absence speaks louder than words. Her desperate attempts to hold everything together only lead to more chaos. As rivalries are triggered and alliances formed, secrets unravel and relationships break. Olivia is forced to confront the cracks in her facade and the truths she's tried so hard to hide. Will she find the strength to face her fears and be real... or will everything she's built come crashing down?

Brielle Quinn has always followed the rules—until her dreams start breaking them. At twenty, she’s brilliant, ambitious, and haunted by forbidden fantasies of the one man she can never have: Desmond Blackwood, her father’s best friend. When a violent attack forces her into hiding, she’s placed under Desmond’s protection in a remote cabin far from the world they know. What starts as tension quickly spirals into desire. One stolen kiss turns into sleepless nights, tangled sheets, and secrets they can’t bury. But Brielle isn’t just fighting her feelings—she’s the target of a dangerous vendetta tied to her father’s past. As lies unravel and enemies close in, Brielle uncovers dark family secrets that threaten everything she thought she knew. And Desmond? He may be her greatest love… or the biggest lie of all. Their love is forbidden. Their enemies are watching. And the past won’t stay buried. She was supposed to be safe with him. She was never supposed to fall.

On our wedding anniversary, my husband has his intern put on the custom-made wedding gown he prepared for me. "You wouldn't have looked good in a wedding gown with your baby bump, anyway. She's saving us trouble by wearing the gown for you. Think about how kind she is!" Before I can rebuke him, an earthquake happens. I lose my balance and fall to the floor. Instantly, I feel moisture on my legs. At the same time, my husband received a call from his intern. "There are so many frogs here, Mr. Quinn. I'm so scared…" My husband turns to leave, but I grab his pant leg. "Ethan, I—" "It's just a minor earthquake—the ground barely even shook. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Didn't you hear Chloe crying because she was so scared? Can't you be sympathetic?" He ignores the blood pooling around me and hurries off to comfort Chloe Bennett. That night, they share a passionate kiss under a sky full of fireworks. Meanwhile, my child dies in my belly. It's a pretty good way to end things. Someone like Ethan Quinn doesn't deserve to have his own children.

The night my parents were kidnapped, my brother—who happened to be a police officer—chose to go bungee jumping with the fake heiress. I didn't stop him. Instead, I called the police and began preparing the ransom. In my previous life, my brother had forgone the outing to rescue our parents. As a result, the rope snapped during her jump, sending her plummeting into the abyss. Her body was never recovered. He never spoke a word about it afterward. On my birthday, he drugged me and dragged me to that very cliff. "You orchestrated the kidnapping! You'd go this far for their attention? You're nothing but a monster! Lillian is dead. You don't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the night my parents were kidnapped. This time, my brother didn't rush to their rescue. Instead, he ran to the fake heiress. But in the end, he regretted it so much that he nearly lost his mind.

The night before my wedding, my mom got into a car accident—she needed a blood transfusion, fast. Her blood type was rare. Mine matched. I was pregnant, but I didn't think twice. I donated. While I was bleeding out, losing my baby, my fiancé, Joffrey Habsburg, and his brother—my so-called childhood friend—Mateo, were busy holding Nancy's hand during her cosmetic surgery. I begged Joffrey to save my mom. Only then did he bother to pick up a scalpel. When it was over, he said, "Surgery failed. She's gone." Two days later, I overheard Nancy purring through the door, wrapped around the Habsburg brothers. "Mateo really is a racer—he hit that old hag dead on. And Joffrey? You were amazing too, making sure she didn't survive the surgery. Thanks to you both, I got Lori's blood for my operation."

I'm diagnosed with late-stage cancer after undergoing a pre-employment medical checkup. My husband says the medication for my condition is expensive. He also says it can only relieve my pain, not treat the cause. I only have a year to live. Upon my husband's pleading, I agree to do an IVF. I endure the pain and put myself through torture to leave him with a child. However, I overhear him saying the child growing inside me isn't mine—it's his and his lover's. He's the one who wants me dead!

After failing the mission, the System gave me one final chance, and to succeed, I had to give birth to a child. The System promised that if the baby were born safely, it would reveal the truth to my target and give me one last glimmer of hope. However, six months into my pregnancy, just when things seemed stable, I was dragged onto an operating table in the middle of the night by my husband and family. My husband stopped the anesthesiologist from giving me any pain relief. “Let her feel the pain,” he said coldly. “We need to keep the kidneys as fresh as possible.” My parents instructed the doctor to draw my blood. “She’s the same blood type as our precious girl. Let’s take some for backup.” Even my childhood friend, the boy who had always been by my side, was the one to slice open my abdomen.  They wanted my kidneys to save my sister, who was dying from kidney failure. No one believed I was pregnant. No matter how much I begged, they went ahead with the operation, tearing me open. The baby couldn’t survive, and I died on that operating table. However, as my soul began to fade away, something strange happened. Those who had murdered me—my husband, my parents, my so-called friend—they all lost their minds.

On New Year's Eve, my husband, Max Davis, took me to a private dinner hosted by a big industry player. We had barely made our way around the room when a strange woman suddenly shoved me into the pool. When I insisted on checking the surveillance footage and calling the police, Max firmly held me back. He warned me to "remember my place" and not embarrass him in front of everyone. In the brief time I changed into another gown, I returned to find that same woman perched on my husband's lap, her red lipstick leaving traces on his collar. "Max, you're right! That nasty scar on her stomach really does look like a centipede. It's so hideous!" She giggled with mock innocence, adding, "It's been so fun messing with your wife. Next time, can I slap her when no one's looking?" Meanwhile, Max gazed at her like she was the only woman in the world, gently tracing his finger over her nose. "Of course, you can," he replied, eyes still locked on hers. "I'll even tie her hands behind her back for you."

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"