Wrong Place Wrong Time Synopsis Novels & Stories

She looked at the man standing twenty feet away who was the father of her child and did not know it. Because she had gotten it wrong. She was starting to understand that now. She had gotten everything wrong. "Nothing," she said. And she walked back into the conference room. And she sat down. And she pretended, for the next four hours, that her world was not detonating quietly from the inside out.

Kathy Pov It was past midnight, and the untouched glass of white wine on the coffee table glistened with condensation after five glasses, the dim light catching its pale surface. The clock’s ticking felt louder with every passing second, drilling into my restless mind. He couldn’t demand marriage, avoid me like a disease, then hug some bitch in the middle of the street as if I didn’t exist. Fury simmered hot in my veins.

Since I hadn't responded, he'd sent me a barrage of mind-link messages, full of threats and unreasonable demands. [Scarlett Hayes, Amber Collins is fine. The pack physician checked her and said she was just weak from the Blood Moon ritual and getting overly emotional. It's not a big deal, but her soul is quite fragile, so she can't handle any more stress. You have to take responsibility for this!]

Reid muttered, lowering himself onto the armrest of the nearby couch, his hand bracing his jaw as though the news had sucker punched him. Julian was pacing now. “We were supposed to have time. Detective Weller said they’d need days to process forensics. How the fuck did it escalate this fast?” Reid feigned contemplation, but inside, his mind was spiraling. This wasn’t Caldera’s timeline. This was Luca. Luca had pushed for this. It should have been perfect. But not yet. Not this soon. “I...” Reid stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair. “I should have been there. He shouldn’t be alone in that hellhole. Julian, he’s going to lose it in there.”

The instant I stepped inside, a folder came flying straight at my face. "Do you even know what time it is?" Poppy snapped. "The company starts work at eight. Why did you only show up at ten?" The sharp edge of the folder sliced across my forehead, drawing blood. I clutched my head and looked at Poppy, who was sitting behind the desk, lording her power over everyone. Everyone in the company knew that ten o'clock was my official start time—a perk reserved for the top sales performer. It was an unspoken rule.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

Updates every hour. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax. Angela thought she’d won, that she’d scared me off. But she didn’t know me like she thought. She underestimated how far I’d go for Kurtis. My fingers trembled as I placed my phone back in my pocket. Now, it was time to make her believe I was gone. ---

But I was really not really for what the time says. I mean it should be probably Three P.M, or at most, half past the exact same Three P.M I'm thinking it should be, or at most, like, let's say I've spent all my life on this, four P.M. I decided just to finish exactly what I'm doing before I checked the time. And when I checked the time again. It's freaking thirty minutes past five. What the fuck? How did that even happen? The entire day just fucking disappeared?

When it became clear he was mentally unstable, they could do nothing but follow him silently and keep a watchful eye from a distance. By the second month of his wandering, a netizen spotted a woman in a public square who looked very similar to Zendaya. Howard, who was in a daze, suddenly ran around the square like a madman and grabbed a woman who shared a resemblance with Zendaya. "Zendaya, it's you, it's really you!" he cried frantically. The woman frowned and glared at him with disgust. "Let go of me! Who the hell are you? Why are you grabbing people like that? If you're insane, go to a mental hospital!"

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr