Follow
Chapters
Share
Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies Novel Cover

Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies

Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel. Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits. His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound. He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap. They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance. "Get off me!" Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her. She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her. If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt. It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most. Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony? And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to? Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface. She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis. She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 5

The morning light filtered through the cracks in the roof, hitting Karlie directly in the face. She groaned, rolling over on the thin mattress. Every muscle in her body ached from the previous day's ordeal.

She sat up, crossing her legs and closing her eyes. She focused inward, on the cold, bio-enhanced core that kept her alive. She coaxed it, pulling energy from the reserves she had built up overnight. It was a slow process, like trying to fill a bathtub with an eyedropper, but it was necessary.

Host vitality at 70%, Unit 9 reported. Sufficient for light labor.

She opened her eyes and looked around the hut. It was clean, but it was still a disaster. The air was stale, the light was poor, and there was no running water. It was a survival challenge, and she was starting from zero.

She stood up, grabbed a bucket, and walked outside. The settlement was waking up. She followed the sound of running water to a small, muddy stream that ran through the edge of the village.

She knelt beside it, scooping up a handful of water. It was cloudy and smelled faintly of algae.

Scan complete. High levels of parasites and bacteria. Boiling required.

"Of course it is." she muttered. She couldn't boil water every time she wanted a drink. She needed a filter.

She went back to the hut and dug into her Nexus inventory. She didn't have a high-tech water purifier-those were locked behind a level wall-but she had basic materials. Cloth, charcoal, sand, gravel.

She found a hollowed-out gourd she had scavenged the day before and set to work. She layered the materials inside: cloth at the bottom, then charcoal, then sand, then gravel, then another layer of cloth on top.

Gavin woke up to the sound of her working. He hobbled to the door, his face creased with sleep. "What are you doing?"

"Making water safe to drink," she said, not looking up. "Go back to bed. Your leg needs rest."

"I can help." he insisted.

She looked at him, then at the bucket of dirty water. "Fine. Hold this."

She poured the stream water into the top of the filter. It dripped slowly through the layers, emerging at the bottom significantly clearer. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.

She boiled the filtered water over a small fire and poured a cup for Gavin. He took a sip, his eyebrows rising. "It tastes... clean."

"That's the idea," she said. "Now, let's fix this place up."

The next item on the list was ventilation. The hut was a sealed box, which was great for keeping out predators but terrible for breathing. She needed a window.

She didn't have a high-tech multi-tool unlocked yet, but she had the Nexus synthesis function. Unit 9, consume 5% energy to harden this local clay and river stone into a cutting edge. A faint hum vibrated in her palm as the raw materials fused into a razor-sharp, obsidian-like blade.

Gavin stared at the dark, gleaming stone in her hand. "What is that?"

"A tool crafted with techniques from my homeland," she said, sticking to her cover story. "It's sharper than it looks. Come on, I need you to hold this section while I score the wall."

They worked together. Karlie marked out a square on the stone wall near the ceiling, and using the enhanced blade, she patiently chipped and cut through the rock, her muscles burning with the effort. Gavin held the heavy stone slab as it came free, grunting with the effort. They propped the hole open with a stick, and immediately, a breeze swept through the room, clearing out the stale air.

"Next, the bathroom situation." Karlie announced.

She couldn't conjure composite boards out of thin air, so she relied on her survival knowledge and the Nexus's basic processing. She gathered thick river reeds and used the interface to rapidly weave and reinforce them with a binding resin she had extracted from the surrounding trees. She sectioned off a corner of the room with these sturdy, waterproofed woven panels, creating a small, private area. She rigged a crude pulley system using rope and a bucket, allowing water to be hoisted up and poured over a perforated bowl for a makeshift shower.

It was primitive, but compared to the hole-in-the-ground latrines the rest of the settlement used, it was luxury.

Gavin helped where he could, passing tools, holding boards, and following her instructions. He watched, amazed, as she transformed the hovel into something almost livable. She thought of things he had never considered-separating wet and dry areas, maximizing airflow, using reflective surfaces to bounce light into dark corners.

By evening, the hut was unrecognizable. It was still small, still rough, but it was functional. It was a home.

Karlie collapsed onto the mattress, her body screaming in protest. But a small smile played on her lips.

Gavin sat down beside her. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently ruffled her hair. The gesture was awkward, unpracticed, but incredibly tender.

"Thank you, Karlie," he said softly. "You worked so hard."

She felt a flush creep up her neck. She ducked her head, hiding her face. "It's just basic survival," she mumbled. "Nothing special."

"It's special to me." he said.

They ate another meal of synthetic rations, and then Karlie turned back to her datapad. She pulled up the file on the intermediate medical gel. She had enough of it in her inventory to treat Gavin's leg, but it would take a lot of energy to guide the healing process.

Intermediate medical gel effective against energy erosion, Unit 9 confirmed. However, optimal results require host bio-energy guidance. Procedure recommended only when host vitality is above 85%.

She wasn't there yet. But she would be.

"What are you looking at?" Gavin asked, leaning over.

Karlie quickly minimized the screen. "Just planning," she said. "I have an idea for your leg. But I need a day or two to prepare."

Gavin's eyes widened. "Your leg... you can really do something?"

"I think so," she said. "But I need you to trust me. And I need you to stay off it as much as possible."

"I trust you," he said without hesitation. "Whatever you need."

He looked at her then, his gaze intense and full of a warmth that made her stomach flutter. "Thank you, Karlie. For everything."

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She turned back to her datapad, her mind racing. She was going to heal him. She was going to fix this.

And maybe, just maybe, she was going to find a place for herself in this crazy world.

You may also like

Betrayed by My Warrior Mate,My Identity As Secret Guard Unveiled Novel Cover
8.5
Erisa and her lover Blaze were in the guest room while I was supposed to be asleep. However, I didn't sleep a wink that night. I smoked cigarettes all night long. Finally, I decided that this is the end. The next day, when Erisa and Blaze went on a mission, I went alone to the valley where the rogues were. When Erisa saw me again, I had become a charred corpse. But all of this was just an elaborate hoax I had set up, and my true identity was also revealed...
Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife Novel Cover
7.7
I was suffocating in a borrowed Valentino gown at the Met Gala, but it wasn't the corset that was killing me. It was the debt collector, Vargo, stalking me through the crowd like a wolf. Desperate to hide, I ducked into a private lounge and threw myself at the silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows, pressing my lips to his in a frantic plea for cover. When I pulled back, the air turned to ice; I was staring into the ocean-blue eyes of Kingsley Osborn, the billionaire who believed I’d sold his company secrets six years ago. Kingsley didn’t save me; he trapped me. The next morning, he slid a "Marriage Service Agreement" across his desk, revealing he knew everything about my father’s illegal Ponzi scheme and the quarter-million dollars I owed to loan sharks. He offered to pay my debts and protect my father, but only if I signed over two years of my life to be his trophy wife. "I don't want your money, Cassidy. I want your life." The marriage was a cold, calculated war. He forced me into his glass fortress, banned me from contacting my friends, and treated me with a distilled hatred that felt like a physical weight. When I accidentally broke his grandfather’s vintage watch during a nightmare, he didn't see an accident—he saw a crime, threatening to destroy my father if I didn't "charm" his board of directors into submission. I was a prisoner in a three-piece suit, until I found a mislabeled file buried in his company’s server. It contained evidence of a massive, illegal hostile takeover that would ruin Kingsley if the Feds ever saw it. I held the gun that could destroy the man who had cornered me. But as I looked at the champagne roses he’d secretly kept from my "peace offering," I realized I didn't want to pull the trigger. I wanted to see how far he’d go to keep me from leaving.
Claimed By My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle Novel Cover
9.6
I spent our third anniversary alone in our penthouse, adjusting a white rose and waiting for a man who didn't want to come home. When my fiancé, Chris Osborne, finally arrived, he didn't notice the 1982 Lafite or the dinner I’d prepared. He looked at me with disgust, calling my desire for a wedding date "pressure" before storming out to a private club. I followed him, hiding behind a marble pillar at The Vault as I recorded his voice on my phone. He was laughing with his friends about a $20 million bet. He called me a "boring ice queen" and a "marble statue," explaining that he only needed to keep me around until the merger closed so he could steal my shares and "cut me loose." To make it worse, my own father was in on it, prioritizing his stock price over his daughter's life. Broken and barefoot in a torrential Manhattan downpour, I sought refuge at the Four Seasons. I collapsed into the arms of a tall, dangerous-looking stranger and begged him to take me upstairs. I wanted to be erased, to forget the transaction my life had become. After a night of salt and desperation, I left my engagement ring on his nightstand as payment for services rendered and fled. The next morning, I realized I had jumped from the frying pan into the furnace. My "stranger" wasn't a nobody. He was Gallagher Osborne—the ruthless patriarch of the family and my fiancé’s uncle. He tracked me to a private clinic, trapping me in a room while holding my medical file and the ring I’d discarded. He told me I was his now, and that he’d dismantle Chris piece by piece if I didn't comply. I was a piece of currency to my father, a bet to my fiancé, and a prize to his uncle. I had no allies, no escape, and no mercy left. I realized that being the "perfect daughter" had only made me a target. If they wanted to play games with the "Ice Queen," I decided to give them a frostbite they would never forget. I trashed my art gallery, backdated a diagnosis for a psychotic break, and sent a cryptic suicide note to Chris. As Gallagher watched from the shadows and Chris panicked over his investment, I began the process of scorching the earth. The merger was still happening, but I wasn't the bride anymore—I was the wrecking ball.
His biker girl, Her biker prince Novel Cover
9.1
He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair from my face, fingers grazing too gently. I snapped, "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me?" His mouth curved, the faintest smirk. "You walked in here looking like a fucking temptation. And you think I'm not supposed to touch?" I tilted my chin, refusing to back down. "Funny. I thought you said I didn't look good." He leaned closer, voice low, eyes burning through me. "You don't look good. You look dangerous." My chest tightened, heat crawling under my skin. I rolled my eyes, masking the pull I refused to admit. "Get lost," I muttered, shoving against him. "You're mine, Tessa," ****** His Biker Girl | swore l'd never get tangled up with bikers. Then I met him. Jason "Viper" Kane, the ruthless prince of the Black Serpents. Arrogant. Untouchable. Dangerous. Every girl on campus wants him, but not me. He thought I'd be easy to break. He was wrong. Her Biker Prince She's fire wrapped in leather, and every time she rides, she tempts me closer to the edge. Tessa Monroe, bold, defiant, impossible to control. I wanted to crush her pride, ruin that ego, make her beg. But the more I chase her, the more I burn. She's the one thing I shouldn't want. And the only thing l'll never let go.
Husband Chooses His Mistress Novel Cover
8.3
On their third anniversary, Elena’s husband, Marcus, reveals a devastating betrayal by choosing his mistress over her. This cold rejection shatters their marriage, forcing Elena to abandon her life as a devoted wife. Reclaiming her hidden identity as a fierce operative, she plunges back into a world of high-stakes danger. As she seeks justice, Marcus realizes his mistake, but Elena is no longer the woman he can easily reclaim.
Oh No! I Sent My Sex Tape To My Bad Boy Stepbrother Novel Cover
7.8
Growing up as the maid's daughter in the glittering, suffocating Collins mansion, Nora Macie has perfected the art of being invisible. Enter Asher Collins. Rich, ruthless, and infuriatingly untouchable, unfortunately for Nora, her stepbrother has always had the power to ruin her with a single word. The moment a private video she never intended anyone to see is accidentally sent straight to Asher Collins. Except Asher doesn't expose her. He becomes curious... and dangerously invested. He will remake her. Not just into someone noticed, but into someone unforgettable, someone who commands attention the moment she walks into a room. Suddenly, the boys who never knew her name are watching her. Through it all, Asher remains in control... or at least he should be. Because the closer Nora gets to becoming everything he designed, the harder it becomes for him to remember that she was never meant to be his. * His fingers lifted, brushing lightly along the side of her throat. "I think you've been lying to yourself," he said. "Because your body already knows what it wants." Her breath faltered. "I swear, I'll kill you if you don't back the hell up." And then, without giving her the chance to retreat, he closed the final inch between them. "I would much rather you kiss me."