NEEKHAM

She sees the future. He’s a soldier from a dead star. Their love was never supposed to exist—but it refused to die. Sophia Hart has a secret: she sees flashes of the future. But she can never change them. That is, until she meets a man who shouldn't exist. Ethan Starling—calm, gentle, and impossibly handsome—is an alien commander whose home galaxy was destroyed. On Earth, he wants only peace. But when their paths cross during a bizarre AI attack, Sophia discovers that her visions and his past are terrifyingly connected. Thrown into a deadly hunt for a cosmic crystal, they find themselves trapped in a virtual world that loops again and again. Every time, Ethan sacrifices himself to save her. Every time, Sophia forgets him. And every time, he comes back. 716 times. He has waited in a remote cabin for seven years, watching her sleep, reading her bad jokes, hoping for one more glimpse of her eyes. Now, the loop is about to close one final time. Will she wake up to a love that has outlasted galaxies? Or will the stars finally fall silent?

I woke up inside a twisted romance novel as a nameless, sickly nobody meant to die before twenty. My only plan? Keep my head down, take my heart pills, graduate from the prestigious Gorston Academy, and stay far away from the original story's cruel elite—especially the cold-blooded male lead, Julian Craven, and his dangerous, untouchable circle. I followed every rule. I became a ghost. Until I caught the eye of the academy’s true devil: Sebastian Vanderbilt. He is the sole heir to an untouchable dynasty—vicious, unhinged, and bored of the world. To everyone else, he is an untouchable predator with ice in his veins. But the night he cornered me in the shadowed corridors, taking a bite of my cotton candy and locking his dark eyes onto mine, his boredom turned into an all-consuming madness. “You think you can run from me, Rosie? You’re mine. Even if you die, your grave will be dug beside mine.” Suddenly, the plot shattered into chaos: The original male lead whispers past promises in the rain, desperate to reclaim the childhood love he was forced to forget. The original female lead wields bloodthirsty hounds to rip apart anyone who stands between her and her stolen fiancé. And Sebastian? He watches it all like a wolf guarding his prey, tearing down my world piece by piece, suffocating me with luxury, rings, and ruthless devotion. He didn't just break the rules of my survival. He rewrote them. From aristocratic school grounds to opulent penthouses and rain-drenched yachts, there is nowhere left to hide. He monitors my calls, marks my skin, and buys my cage with gold and roses. I thought my biggest enemy was my failing heart. I was wrong. It’s the madman who refuses to let me go.

“On the field, he’s the untouchable golden-boy quarterback. At home, he’s my off-limits stepbrother. And in the dark, he’s my most dangerous addiction.” Moving to the US for college was supposed to be a fresh start. Staying at my father’s house for the summer was just a temporary arrangement. I never expected him to be there—Arthur Feller. Standing at 6'4", built like a god, and worshipped by the entire campus, Arthur is everything I should avoid. I thought he despised me. I thought we were enemies destined to ignore each other. I was dead wrong. Behind closed doors in a scorching summer heatwave, his cold facade shatters into an all-consuming, suffocating obsession. Every touch is forbidden. Every stolen kiss is a line crossed. "At school, we don't know me, and I don't know me," I made him promise. "Deal?" He agreed. But_secrets don't stay buried when the heat is this intense. At crowded frat parties, while girls throw themselves at him, his fierce blue eyes track my every move. In dark, locked hallways, his bruised knuckles pin me to the wall, breathless and desperate, wearing my pink hair tie on his wrist. When our forbidden secret is exposed, the guilt forces me to walk away. On campus, Arthur keeps his promise. He brushes past me in the hallway, his cold gaze cutting through me like ice: "Do I know you?" He plays the stranger perfectly. But on a rain-soaked night, he corners me against my door, his strong arms locking me in his embrace. "Don't tell me you regret breaking up with me," he rasps, his voice trembling with years of suppressed longing before his lips brutally claim mine. "Tell me, Joanne. Tell me you missed me."