Salvin

Anderson Simpson dreams of winning the upcoming inventory competition coming up in the ancient city of Portsmouth. In his quest to achieve this feat by building a robot, he meets old Mr. Hanson. Later on, his hardworks falls into thin air when his robot was stolen. Not letting this deter him, Anderson forges ahead. That was when old Mr. Hans told him about his childhood and how he, his twin brother and Professor Nelson achieved many things through the aid of a time machine. Anderson meets with Albert Einstein. In time, Anderson Simpson gets to understand why his mother went missing two years ago and how it all happened. Would Anderson be able to fulfill his dreams? Would he find his mother? Flip over and buckle up for some adventure in Time!

Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible. Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully. During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin. As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah. Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies? Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside.

The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave. At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety. As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers. "Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in. That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission. Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away.

“Alina, you will get late for school again” I heard Dad banging on my door. “Last 10 min” I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us? “Alina…” I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit. “I am taking a bath” I yelled. “Come fast, your breakfast is ready,” Dad said before leaving. “Good morning” Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me. “Good morning” I whispered on his lips. “When did you bring me here,” I asked. “You were sleeping,” He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom. “This hide and seek is terrible” I sighed. “But it's fun” He chuckled. Author Note... Hello dear Readers, Meet Alina and her family. The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense..

Coleen Maine hated Hayden Michaels with her entire heart. After high school graduation, she thought she had escaped the hell that being a classmate to Hayden was. Being his academic rival was enough to put her, Coleen, at the top of his shit list. To make matters worse, he's the hot, popular jock with a full-ride scholarship he doesn't need, because he has all the money that she doesn't. When Coleen finds herself in close contact with Hayden again out of no free will of her own, she expects things to be the same. But somehow, somewhere between summer and starting their first year at college, something changed. Now, Coleen isn't sure Hayden hates her anymore. Between her new job, college, and her friendships, she finds herself wondering what lies behind Hayden's deep gaze towards her.

He always called me his little bird. For six years, since my parents died in that tragic fire, my uncle Michael Davies was my world. He promised to protect me, to give me a gilded cage where I could feel safe. But on the eve of my 18th birthday, that gilded cage became a prison. I overheard him in his study, a phone call that shattered my entire existence. He was talking to Emily White, his ex-fiancée, the woman he truly loved. And in that chilling conversation, I learned the truth. My "savior" had orchestrated a monstrous plan: he was going to auction me off at my own birthday party. And Emily, the woman he swore he loved, revealed she was the one who set the fire that killed my parents. My uncle knew. He' d known all along. Every sweet word, every gentle touch, every act of supposed kindness was a lie designed to keep me a pawn in his twisted game of revenge. I was just a substitute, a cheap copy of the woman he truly desired. The pain was unbearable, a betrayal so profound it left me gasping for air. But the girl who loved Michael Davies died in that hallway. A new Sarah was born, cold, hard, and desperate to escape. I would not be his victim. I would not be their entertainment. I would survive this. My only escape was a desperate plea to his grandfather: arranging a marriage to a comatose man, miles away. It felt like a desolate choice, a sacrifice for freedom. But it was my only hope. I had to get out.

Entering a one-sided love isn't easy, especially if the relationship you have is only for a business. "Why do you have to be alive?" My lips loosened up as I sensed the bitterness in his voice. It is as if he hates my existence so much that he has to do something for me to be gone already. "Why do you even need to be existed in this fucking world if you're just going to ruin my life!" Ciara Hilvano is an innocent and martyr wife who always gets violated by her husband and makes her feel that she's an unwanted wife. This guy really doesn't have any idea that the girl he was hurting and almost killed everyday was secretly suffering from the cancer in heart. The time came when Ciara's life was in big trouble. She almost died because someone tried to threaten her life. What if Ciara can no longer cope with the challenges and trials of her life? What if she just let her own death fetch her? Will Tyron regret all the things he did to Ciara? What if Ciara dies? Will he cry?

What if you fall deeply in love with someone who sees you as nothing but an inconvenience? What if he ignores every tear, every smile, every desperate attempt to matter to him? What if he crushes your hopes again and again and you still wait, foolishly, faithfully? Would you still cling to the hope that one day, he will finally love you back? But what if, just what if, the day you finally teach your heart to let him go, and he shows up begging for a second chance? Can you forgive the man who once was your heartless heartbreaker? Liana Celina Ruiz was hopelessly in love with her foster brother even at a young age. She pleaded with her foster mother to arrange their engagement and to her delight it happened. But love was never easy. It was sacrifice. Pain. Years of trying to prove her selfless love to a boy who never asked for it. Elias Joaquin Saavedra Rosario was the only heir to the Rosario fortune, a gifted artist with breathtaking looks, yet cold, distant, and ruthless. He refused to be swayed by his mother or his spoiled brat of a financèe he was supposed to marry. Instead, he vowed to show her she was mistaken, that he wasn't the man for this determined orphanage girl. Now tell me, who will win this war? The girl who gave everything? Or the boy who gave nothing but pain? Heads up: THESE TWO WILL ABSOLUTELY TEST YOUR PATIENCE. THEY'LL FRUSTRATE YOU, ANGER YOU, AND PROBABLY MAKE YOU WANT TO SCREAM. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE CHAOS, IT'S OKAY TO STOP HERE. IF YOU CAN HANDLE IT... WELCOME TO THE FIRE.

The last thing I remembered was the searing heat, a pain so absolute it burned away thought. Mark' s face floated above me, twisted not with concern but with a cold, triumphant sneer. Chloe was beside him, her arm linked through his, her expression a perfect mirror of his contempt. "Thanks to you, I had the perfect seed money," Mark' s voice echoed, cold and venomous. "You' re useless now. Don' t stand in the way of my and Chloe' s empire!" Then came the push, and I fell, screaming, into the scalding, liquid fire. My world exploded into white-hot agony. When I woke, I was on the floor of my burning restaurant, The Gilded Spoon. The roaring flames, the choking smoke-it was all devastatingly familiar, a nightmare I' d already lived. But this time, I heard voices from the back storeroom. "Mark! Just make sure the accelerant cans are hidden properly! The firefighters will be here any second!" It was Chloe, panicked. "I know what I' m doing, Chloe!" Mark shot back. "The insurance report will show faulty wiring. Ava will devastatingly run right into my arms, and we' ll be on our way to New York with her life savings and that fat bank loan." Their words hit me like a physical blow. The casual cruelty, the meticulous planning-I wasn't just a casualty; I was a key ingredient in their recipe for success. The naive, trusting Ava had been boiled away in that vat of oil in a future I had already lived. Now, a singular purpose ignited within me, colder and sharper than any ice. They thought they were writing my tragedy. They had no idea I was about to rewrite theirs. I wouldn't just survive this time. I would make them burn in the very fire they had set for me.

Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley. Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him. That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!" He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law." Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart.

The screech of tires, the smell of burnt coffee, and then… I was back. Not in the mangled wreckage of my car, but in my college dorm room, sunshine streaming through the window. My roommate, Maya, stood by the mirror, a saccharine smile plastered on her face. She was wearing a flimsy, cheap imitation of my bespoke silk dress. A jolt of pure terror and disbelief shot through me. The date on my phone confirmed it: September 5th. I had somehow returned, almost a full year before the catastrophic "accident" that ended my life. That "accident" was caused by Maya, who loosened the brake lines on my convertible. In my first life, this moment unfolded in silence. I chose to hide my identity as Chloe Thorne, tech heiress, striving for normalcy. My quiet tolerance, my desperate wish to be liked, ultimately sealed my fate. Her voice, already dripping with poisoned honey, was the same one that would systematically dismantle my reputation. It was the same voice that ultimately led to my very existence being ended. The unfairness of it all, the knowledge of what was to come, made my heart pound like a trapped bird. How could I have been so blind, so foolishly kind, that it led to my own demise? The memory of her betrayal, her crocodile tears, fueled a cold, resolute fire within. I was no longer the girl who would silently endure her manipulations. I had been given a second chance, a rare, chilling gift. There was no room for niceties, no space for the old, naive Chloe. As Maya turned, expecting my usual placid response, I sat up, my gaze unwavering. "Take it off," I commanded, my voice entirely devoid of warmth. This time, I would write my own ending, on my own terms.