Timeless Fanfic Novels & Stories

Hello readers We managed to update 18 chapters for Wonderings. We're trying our best to speed up the updates so we appreciate the patience and understanding. After we're done updating Wonderings, we'll be able to work on the next novel which is Shards of Time. We'll be able to update all of the remaining chapters to keep it up to date. Once again we apologize for the slow progress, author-nim is still in the hospital. We're working on author-nim's save files that's why we're still able to upload and edit the repeated chapters.

I would paint a hundred more stars in the sky if it meant he nevers burn out. We some how found each other and fit together with a ust neither of us had experienced before. People say opposites attract, but I knew it couldn't last long. Fire and ice could never last forever. Soon enough he burned out and I melted. It was bound to happen. BUt here we are again, like we were sent back a few months in time. And once again fire and ice will coexist with as much star crossed passion as before, if only a few breathtaking moments.

My mate has such an intense, magnetic pull over me it's like fighting gravity. "It wouldn't be fair to the other me if I kissed you," he whispers, smiling with a thousand unsaid words begging to be said. "But how about I let you in on a secret before I disappear?" I inhale before nodding at him. His lips quirk up, and then he leans forward to whisper into my ear. He is much taller than me, something else I find incredibly charming. "In my timeline, you died, and I never found my mate. I'm about fourteen years older than me in this timeline, but since I saved you, things are about to change."

It is all about the rhythm. "You're becoming a fine A****n, my fiery little hellcat," Braxius teases me when I can fend off his attack and un-sword him like he's shown me. I shrug and smile at his compliment. It has been easier to talk with him these days, and he's really trying to get to know me. He's even asked around if anyone has seen or heard about my little sister Meena. I don't know what happened to my Irish twin after getting sucked through time on the fairy hill. I've been praying she has escaped my fate in being stuck in an ancient time and place!

“You were perfect.” I close my eyes. Three hundred and fifty years. And in one night, one tiny lunar girl rewrote every rule of my existence. I’m never letting her go. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not when the sun burns out and the gods themselves turn to dust. She is mine. And I am hers. Forever.

"Darling, I know you couldn't get over my affair with Jackie, but I was in the dark! She lied to me! I'm on meds, so I won't catch whatever STDs she has. Let us get back together and start anew." Start anew? How bold of him to bring that up! "Joshua, did you really think I divorced you over STDs? Our relationship was doomed from the moment you drugged my family!" Joshua stumbled backward in shock when he heard the mention of drugging. "H-How did you…" He picked up on the clue. "Are you reborn as well?" I nodded. "So, do you still wish to get back together?" Joshua could not come up with a reply. He was too embarrassed to discuss our past lives.

Perhaps he had simply run into some girl who couldn't get her kite in the air. In my mind, I had already crafted hundreds of excuses for him. Back then, I truly believed him when he said he would love me forever. Even later, when I found lipstick that wasn't mine on the passenger seat or saw an opened gift box that hadn't been for me, I would still come up with reasons to justify his actions. It was all because I loved him. I had loved him for ten long years. Even now, even as he brought Ashley into our home under the pretense of helping her recover, I still clung to some foolish hope.

Amidst the celestial blooms, a dance unfolded—a dance that mirrored the eons of cosmic passion, transcending the boundaries of mortal existence. As we twirled in the cosmic waltz, a silent understanding bloomed between us—a shared destiny written in the stars. The interdimensional rift pulsed with the echoes of our connection, casting a radiant glow upon the intertwined threads of love and cosmic destiny. In this astral haven, the readers witnessed a celestial romance unfolding, the ethereal connection between the wanderer and me becoming an integral part of the cosmic tapestry.

Particularly triggered by the stench of blood—which probably triggered the traumatizing memory of the death of her husband—my mother, worried and frightened at the same time, want me to stay close to her so I am not lost, not because, uh, the blood. I do get an origin question from my mother regarding the blood. How am I able to look so bloody soaking wet in just a matter of few seconds. Her sentences added some intel inside the notes I made regarding the existence of a parallel universe called the Flesh, that the time spent in the real world differs from the time spent inside that cavernous labyrinth. A few hours there is equal to just a few seconds in the real world, which mean, I got soak

He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his heart overflowing with a love that transcended time and memory. He knew that their journey together was nearing its end, but he also knew that their love, like the eternal flame, would continue to burn, a beacon of light, guiding him through the remaining years of his life. He held her hand, his eyes filled with a profound sense of gratitude. He had loved her fiercely, passionately, unconditionally. And in return, she had given him a life filled with joy, with purpose, with a love that transcended time and memory. As the afternoon light faded, casting long shadows across the room, Chaos leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I love y