Time After Time A Novel Novels & Stories

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT For Jade Hart, there are no black or white when it comes to saving the life of her high school sweetheart. She goes as far as selling her body for his sake but what happens when it all blows up in her face? A night with the infamous Max Anderson is all it takes for Jade's life to spiral out of control. Betrayal, Passion, Lust, Love; how will Jade and Max deal with these emotions and desires, especially when they have three little angels between them?

She survived the poison that killed her family. She built an empire on the bones of men who hurt her. She swore no man would ever touch her heart again. Then her uncle sent the same boy who poisoned her fifteen years ago… …this time to seduce her, break her, and finish the job. He was supposed to kill the Alpha Queen. Instead, he woke the only thing that can save her—or destroy them both.

Elena fled her past to survive . She left her toxic family behind : Serena , the stepmother who favored her stepsister Luna , and Richard, the father who never saw her ; to chase a full scholarship at a Miami university. The only family she has now ? Mila , her fiercely loyal best friend , and Mila’s wealthy boyfriend ; who treat Elena like their own. She met Julian at a VIP club, a billionaire CEO with storm-gray eyes and one thing led to the other , they spend the night together . He vanishes at dawn . Then she found out she was pregnant a month later . Four Years later , Elena is a single mother to Leo , a sharp-eyed boy with a mysterious birthmark . She’s built a cleaning empire : Alvarez Clean & Co. — and unknowingly services Hayes Global , Julian’s empire . Then fate strikes . A hospital emergency lands her in Victoria Hayes’ path : Julian’s powerful grandmother ; who sees Leo’s birthmark and knows . When Julian returns to crush corruption at Hayes Global , he doesn’t recognize the fierce cleaner… until Leo’s face stops him cold . He’s the father . She’s the woman he never forgot . And the past is about to explode . But secrets run deeper than blood . A stolen patent from the 1980s ties the Alvarez and Hayes families in betrayal . Her hidden family resurfaces ; with vengeance . As Serena and rival CEO Marcus Thorne plot to destroy them both , Elena must choose : Trust the man who broke her… or lose everything — again.

Elaine never thought of going back after having to leave the city after her husband's betrayal without looking back. Five years later, she returns due to her father's insistence that she be present at the party. Has she moved on from the past? How will she face her ex-husband and stepsister, who broke her trust? Will the truth about her giving birth be discovered?

Being his wife for three years, she receives nothing but insult and maltreat. No one treats her as the hostess of the family. Instead, she needs to take all the housework to satisty everyone. Even so, they still believe that she doesn't deserve her husband. But so what? She doesn't care how others see her. She would be more than satisfied and happy as long as he is with her. But does everything happen as her wish? The answer is no! Until a divorce paper is thrown on her face, she realizes that he never loves her during their marriage. Not a slice of love! All hope smashed, she takes off the docile mask which she thinks he might like and returns to her families. When she shows up at the ball, her glamour and confidence attract all the attention. Everyone wonders why she is permitted to attend. Yet her true identity makes their jaws drop. The poor girl from countryside turns out to be the daughter of the richest and the most mysterious family! Who could believe that?! Her former mother-in-law begs her to come back. Those who taunted her try to get her forgiveness. And her ex-husband wants her back and requests for a second chance.

After getting into a fight with my CEO husband, Zachary Langford, I decided to sleep in a hotel room that night out of fury. Little did I know that a video would go viral on the Internet the next day. In the video, I took turns pleasuring seven men in my birthday suit. My moans filled the room the whole time. Zachary delivered a heavy slap across my face with the video shown on his phone. "How could I have ever married a shameless slut like you?" I couldn't even defend myself. All I could do was call the police for help. But once the police were done inspecting the video, they determined that it wasn't a deepfake. They had also discovered traces of the men's and my DNA in the hotel room. Everyone went into frenzied discussions on the Internet based on the video. It was then Zachary publicly announced that he shall be divorcing me soon after. Thanks to that, my mom died of a sudden heart attack. Apparently, the heart attack was triggered out of pure fury toward me. As for my father, he got into a fatal car accident on his way to the hospital. His corpse was completely broken and battered. After I got cast out of my family, those men's wives went as far as to hire hooligans to violate me in order to get revenge on me. Not wanting to get violated, I ended up falling down the stairs while I was fleeing from them. My brain suffered from internal bleeding, which killed me in the end. Even when I breathed my last, I still failed to understand why those videos and the evidence still existed despite the fact that I had done nothing at all. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm having a fight with Zachary.

Frances was a call girl. She was not ashamed of that to many people because she knew that was where she got money for her wants and needs. Although her life only revolved around sex and money. But one day, someone called her, an American named Jony. For one night, Jony would fuck her, he would pay a huge price. Frances didn't flinch. She only cared about money, sex and that was what she wanted. Although, she did not know that because of her client, Jony, her life gradually changed. Jony was clingy, sweet, annoying, and wild. This was also the reason why she was confused with herself because Jony revealed she was his wife. However, she did not believe. Moreover, she did not remember that she was married to a Jony Guevara. But she would do if Jony continues to annoy him?

As one of London's premier wedding planners, I have spent my career orchestrating "perfect moments" for others, yet I never seemed to find my own. The ballroom at Claridge's was bathed in an opulent glow for my best friend Stella's wedding. The bridal bouquet sailed over the crowd. It brushed a young woman's fingertips, bounced once, and landed squarely in my arms. In an instant, half of London's high society turned toward Ryan. "Proposal! Proposal!" the crowd chanted over the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes. "Ryan, a sign like that is rare. Looks like we should prepare for the next big party!" Ryan was nudged forward by the crowd. In his charcoal Savile Row suit, he still managed to look detached, as if the noise had nothing to do with him. As I held the flowers, the lingering scent of fresh roses filled the air. For one ridiculous second, I even wondered whether I should warn him not to crease his trousers if he knelt. But he only smiled. Then, with practised ease, he took the bouquet from my arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and handed it to his assistant, Emily, who was standing nearby. "She touched it first," he said, ruffling my hair with the same flawless tenderness I had endured for eight years. "Be good, Claire. Let's wait for the right time." The attention followed the flowers as they moved away. I caught the flicker of triumph in Emily's eyes and quickly looked down, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet while forcing a perfectly poised smile. Ryan lived by schedules and efficiency, yet he never understood one simple truth: some chances, once missed, don't come with a "next time". My own wedding is next Saturday. And he has been officially struck from the guest list.

I was in love with him for five years—until he pushed me into the fire with his own hands. I thought I had simply fallen out of favor, but I was wrong—he married the girl he’d grown up calling his “sister.” During the month I spent in the hospital, he never came once. When I finally returned home, I saw her sitting on his lap, smiling sweetly. And me? I was nothing but the “gold digger,” the “shameless outsider” in his eyes. It wasn’t until I turned my back and took the Alpha throne of the Bloodmoon Pack that he went mad, chasing after me, tears streaming down his face. “I broke off the engagement,” he cried. “Just come back—we’ll get married right now!”

I was the "weak" Luna, my Alpha husband threw away like trash. He poisoned me with Moonbane Rune Stones, banished me to the Dark Forest, and handed my Luna robes to his pregnant mistress. The Dark Forest was supposed to be my grave. It became my throne. I returned as something no one expected—powerful enough to make Alphas tremble, beautiful enough to be unrecognizable, and dangerous enough to shatter everything my ex-husband built. When the legendary Lycan King knelt before me and called me "My Luna" in front of the entire Pack council, my ex-husband's arrogant smile finally crumbled. Welcome to your nightmare, Leighton. I am back.