Novels

In the middle of the night, my girlfriend sent me a chilling message: "I just looked out the peephole, and there's a maniac with a knife in the hallway! He's going crazy and killing people! He noticed me! He's trying to get in!"

I woke up on the day my brother and I were supposed to choose our wives. But this time, I could hear everyone's thoughts. I heard my brother thinking, This time, I'm snagging the good wife first. Then, the dumbass rushed to hug the sweet woman I married last time. Leaving me with the bitch who made his life a living hell before. I chuckled. Did he really think my first wife was some saint?

To become the wife of the richest man in the city, my sister did something unthinkable—she kidnapped Wallace Jacobson’s beloved wife. Then she turned to me. "Help me," she said, eyes gleaming with madness. "Perform plastic surgery to make me look exactly like Mrs. Jacobson." I tried to talk her out of it. I warned her that Wallace was no ordinary man—he was powerful, dangerous, and utterly obsessed with his wife. If he found out the truth, it wouldn’t just be her downfall. It would be a bloodbath. She smiled sweetly and nodded, pretending to accept my advice. That night, while I was asleep, she crept into my room and slashed my face with a fruit knife. "You bitch!" she screamed, her eyes wild. "You didn’t want to help me, did you? You’ve always hated me!" "If I can’t become Mrs. Jacobson, then you don’t deserve to live!" The pain was unbearable—but death came quickly. Or so I thought. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she first came to me with her insane request. This time, I wouldn't beg her to stop. Since she was so eager to die, I’d grant her wish myself.

"I'd been crushing on Liam for five freaking years, and the moment I realized he was head-over-heels for freaking Brittany Miller, the head cheerleader, I knew I was done. I switched seats in class, ditched our lunch dates, skipped our study sessions, and walked home alone. Before my mom and I moved out of state, I shoved the scarf I'd knitted for Liam – the one I never had the guts to give him – into the desk of the girl who sat in front of him. I think you're a decent person, here, take it! I scribbled on a note. I never imagined I'd see Liam freaking Reynolds again. But when we did, the scarf that was supposed to go to some random girl was wrapped around his neck. And the second he saw the man standing next to me, his eyes went all bloodshot. ""Are you dumping me, Riley freaking Jones?"""

When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband." Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman. Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth. But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. My parents were furious and sent her abroad to study. George thought I was the one who exposed them. From then on, he hated me to my very core. Women came and went at his side, each one resembling my sister more than the last. The betrayal crushed me. I fell into deep depression. Later, he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison. I died with a child in my womb—alone, bitter, and betrayed. Now, I've been reborn. This time, I choose to let them have each other. But what I don't expect is that George has been reborn too.

My husband, Ethan Stone, has abilities that are genetically enhanced.

My wife cheated on me, and my son wasn't mine. She confessed this bluntly on our wedding night.

"I spent five years chasing after Jake, just to get a taste of that ""older man"" thing. I finally managed to snag my best friend's uncle and turn him into my fiancé. But then, as I was standing there in my wedding dress, ready to seal the deal, I overheard him talking to one of his buddies. ""Jake, are you really going to marry Bethany?"" His eyes were cold and calculating. ""Yeah, my pathetic little ex-girlfriend is knocked up, and my grandpa's pissed. Marrying Bethany will keep him happy."" ""Aren't you worried Bethany might find out about your side piece and cause trouble for your precious sweetheart?"" ""Nah, she's head over heels for me, she'll protect my bloodline. Besides, she's a pushover. Marrying her means my baby mama is safe."" My world crumbled. I was in shock. Then, everything went black. Car crash. I woke up remembering everyone... except him. When my parents called, pressuring me to go back home and marry some rich dude, I booked a flight for the next week, no questions asked."

I was born with the gift of prophecy. Whatever I say comes true. When I first learned to speak, I babbled that my dad would become rich. That night, he won the lottery jackpot of $100 million.