Feel-Good Story Transmigration 단편 소설 & 소설

After the ball is over, Prince Adrian Valmont delivers a glass slipper to my family. Whoever fits into the slipper will become the future princess. In the first life, my oldest sister, Mira Carrington, steels her heart and chops off her toes so that she can wear the slipper. She successfully becomes the princess afterward. On their wedding night, Adrian spots Mira's bleeding foot. He's quick to unsheathe his sword and cut her into pieces. "This is what you get for impersonating the princess!" In the second life, my second sister, Bianca Carrington, dices off her sole in order to fit her foot into the slipper. But Adrian still discovers her injury on the day after their wedding, resulting in him hanging her from the castle wall. "How dare you impersonate her? You definitely have a death wish!" In the third life, my foot slips into the glass slipper very easily. But Adrian still gouges out my heart on our wedding night. His features are contorted heavily. "You don't love me at all, so why are you impersonating my princess?" In the fourth time loop, Adrian comes knocking on our door with the glass slipper once again. This time, neither of us has the guts to approach him. This leaves Adrian enraged. "The owner of the glass slipper is in your house! If I don't see her in three days, all of you shall die!"

"I'll cut to the chase. I'm the villainess in this story." Everyone in this wealthy, elite family adored my poor, fragile adopted sister. My older brother Damien would snap, "Don't scare Bella. Her weak heart can't take it." My other brother, Magnus, would add, "Lend Bella your nightgown, all right? It's wasted on you." Even my fiancé said, "This is nothing more than a marriage of convenience. My true love has always been Bella." In my last life, I humbled myself endlessly to please them. What did I receive in return? They sent me to a mental asylum and I died in agony. Then I came back to life on the day of my engagement party. A voice echoed in my mind and made its announcement. [The Madness Reward System has chosen you, Marceline Blanc. Any unhinged behavior will earn rewards worth hundreds of millions of dollars.] I grinned and sent the pompous, ten-tier cake crashing to the floor. "I'm done with this shitty family. Goodbye, you miserable bastards."

Clayton Amos finally agrees to marry me during my fifth year as the antagonist of a novel. On the day of my wedding, the chandelier in the middle of the hall suddenly snaps and falls. At the most critical moment, he shoves me aside and runs over to protect Gladys Dawson, the protagonist of the novel, and his first love. Clayton's arm is slashed as a result, and blood pours out of the wound, dyeing his pristine white suit red. Meanwhile, Gladys remains unharmed in his arms. I hold a hand against the bleeding wound on my neck and finally accept the fact that Clayton never loved me. This is when the system appears and asks me, "Hailey Paltrow, would you like to abort your mission now?" I nod in silent response. "Since he's going to end up losing all four of his limbs and ultimately wish for death, I'll let him have it."

The ninth time Raphael Bellandi postponed our wedding for his adopted sister, Cosima, I finally understood. I was the villainess in a mafia novel. The first time, Raphael's mother claimed she'd suddenly come down with the flu. Cosima was delicate and might catch it at the wedding. Canceled. The second time, Raphael's best friend claimed he'd been in a car accident and couldn't carry Cosima on his back during the bouquet toss. Canceled. The third time, the fourth time... A different person, a different excuse. The ninth time, the one making excuses for Raphael was my best friend, Sofia, of all people. She said a blizzard had grounded her flight, so the new designer bag she was bringing Cosima wouldn't arrive in time. Apparently, we had to postpone the wedding again. Cosima Bellandi is the heroine of this book. She's also Raphael's adopted sister, the woman he loves but can never have. Everyone wants them together. They've ruined my wedding again and again to make it happen. In the original plot, I ignore my family's objections, chase Raphael like a lovesick fool, and use my power as a mafia princess to force him to marry me at once. Then, on our wedding day, he leaves me at the church and flies to New York to give Cosima a seashell necklace he made himself. I pull my Browning on him, only to fall into his trap and get shot dead. The book calls that their "happily ever after." The grass over my grave grows ten feet tall, and no one ever visits. This time, he brushed it off as if it meant nothing. "We'll just pick another date." My stomach turned. I didn't beg or scream. I calmly tore up the wedding invitation he'd handed me, one strip at a time. "Raphael, the wedding's off. We're done." Raphael frowned. "Vera, throwing a tantrum won't get you anywhere. Where would you even go without me?" Instead of answering, I called a number I hadn't dialed in years. Someone picked up after one ring. "Dad, I'm ready to come home. "And while you're at it, pull every resource we've used to prop up the Bellandi family."

I'm just a nobody in a stereotypical romance novel. When the sweet, down-to-earth scholarship student, Sienna Cole, transfers to our school, I'm studying. When she starts trashing the Four Great Families and calling them parasites, I'm hitting the books. When the scions from those families take turns dating her, I'm still studying. During the midterm exams, I take Sienna's spot at the top of the rankings. That's when the scions lock me in a dark room and tell me I'll be staying there for three days to teach me a lesson. I pull out my phone and dial an encrypted number calmly. After all, in a story like this, who doesn't have a hidden identity? Three minutes later, a hundred helicopters surround the school.

Bad news: I'm dead. Good news: I transmigrated into a novel. Bad news: I end up in a peasant woman's womb, and I'm about to be born as a fake heir. Good news: My little sister, claiming that it's better to be safe than sorry because the novel's main character shares my name, has forced me to read this novel cover to cover. I already know that once the real heir, Isaac Reed, comes home, he'll use our parents' guilt toward him to set me up. He'll frame me at a family acknowledgment banquet, making it look like I've taken liberties with the family's precious only daughter, Kiana Reed. My adoptive parents will be so furious that they'll disown me and kick me out of the house. In the end, I'll die miserably in an alley on a rainy night. So, the year I turn five, I empty out my savings to hire a young beggar to show up at our door, claiming he's the real heir. When I'm eight, the second beggar enters the stage. When I'm ten, the third one arrives. By the time I'm 15, the manor is packed with eight so-called real heirs. These people in ancient times don't know that their supposedly reliable methods of testing kinship can be tampered with. All they know is that all eight boys seem to share blood ties with my adoptive parents, the Marquis and Marchioness of Eterna. I play it off as a miracle from the heavens. Then, when I'm 16, the real heir returns.

I had always been what you would call a slow person. Case in point: When I saw the stern-looking female CEO appearing in the financial news who looked just like my wife, it took me ages to finally realize it was truly her. Immediately after, a stream of comments highlighted in different colors overlaid my vision. [Oh my God! Julian Vance, the shameless supporting male lead, has finally shown up to stir the pot! Imagine dragging a child into this just to scam Ms. Eunice Latour, how disgusting!] [Didn’t he already make away with two million as compensation? Why is he back again? He must be sick in the head if he thinks that he can use his child as a pawn to get ahead in life!] [I can’t wait to see Mr. Carter put him in his place! Let the real male and female protagonists shine!] It took me half a minute before I finally wrapped my head around what they were saying. It seemed I had been in the world of a novel, one where I was cast as an evil supporting male lead whose main goal was to make the male and female protagonists look good. My wife was Eunice Latour, the female protagonist in question. One day, she went out to buy food for the baby, only to never return.

On the day the heir to a mafia family was supposed to meet my best friend in person, she shoved me forward. I stared at her. “He’s your online boyfriend. Why should I go?” She smiled without a hint of shame. “I don’t want to waste the best years of my life on a cripple! Besides, I’ve been sending him your pictures for the past two months.” I opened my mouth to curse her out, but translucent comments suddenly drifted across my vision: [Why did the female lead give this chance to that scheming supporting female character?! Gus’ legs are about to heal, and he’s worth $20 billion!] [Relax. He only loves the female lead. He wouldn’t give that supporting female side character a second glance. He’ll toss her $200 million and send her packing!] Pay me off with $200 million and send me packing? As a captivating beauty with a naturally alluring scent, adored by everyone but desperately short on cash, I swallowed hard and pushed the door open. “Mr. Cooper, did you bring what we need to get married? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did. On the day the king and queen brought me back to the palace, my adopted brother leaned close and sneered, "How did it feel to spend three months as a gutter rat? If you have any sense, roll even farther away this time." I nodded, turned, and ran straight toward the edge of a towering cliff. My father and mother were terrified. They barely managed to drag me back, their faces drained of color. When my elder sister saw it, she grabbed my collar and said coldly, "Attention-seeking trash. If being crown prince embarrasses you this much, you might as well die." I said nothing. I grabbed a vial of poison and poured it down my throat. Blood burst from my mouth and nose. My sister froze on the spot, then scrambled out to call the physicians, looking at me like I was a monster. Not long after that, my adopted brother pretended to fall ill, and my sister held a knife to my throat, forcing me to donate blood for him. Before she could finish speaking, I followed the force of her blade and cut my own throat. The moment my parents pushed open the door, blood sprayed across their faces. The room went silent for one stunned instant before screams exploded everywhere. Amid the chaos, I weakly raised my head and looked at the transparent panel floating in the air. The number on it flickered again and again before stopping at 99. They did not know that as long as I obeyed one final time, I could complete the entire storyline for a cannon fodder character in a tragic novel. Then I could leave this world forever and return to my real home.

On our wedding night, Alpha Derek Blackwood's private plane went down. To comfort me, my mother-in-law, Hester Blackwood, sent his illegitimate younger brother, Kane Blackwood, into my bedroom. She said he could ease the loneliness now that my mate was dead. I panicked. A werewolf only ever has one mate, and as the Alpha King's sister, I had always been fiercely protective of my chastity. But the moment I opened my mouth to refuse, lines of text appeared in the air in front of me. [The hero was so terrified of marrying the side character that he faked his death overnight, then dumped some unwanted bastard on her? That's brutal!] [Stop crying, side character. Your husband is off drowning himself in the Luna Queen's bed!] [Tsk, tsk. A royal insider hooking up with the Luna Queen? Who's living for this? Me!] [If the side character quietly accepts the bastard, she survives. Too bad she's so loyal. She refuses to stop searching for the hero's body, which actually moves him a little. The Luna Queen hates her for it. The moment the Alpha King dies, the Luna Queen has her imprisoned for life and force-fed slow-acting silver poison every day.] What? Terrified, I hurried to smooth out the velvet sheets, change into a silk nightgown, and put on perfume. "Well, handsome, what are you waiting for? Come here!" Then why did that supposedly dead Alpha come crawling back only days after word of Kane and me got out?

Ever since we were kids, I'd always known how to make use of my gentle childhood friend for things like sending him on errands, and borrowing his allowance. He never complained. Just silently indulged me. Things continued the same way until the day we got engaged. That's when everything snapped into place. That was the day we both woke up. I was just a throwaway character in a novel. He was the male lead—fated to fall in love and end up with the novel's heroine. I was stunned. Ready to walk away. But he was furious. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. He grabbed my hand and dragged me straight to City Hall. "Screw the novel. Screw the plot. The only thing I know is that I love you, and I want forever with you." After we got married, he treated me like I was made of glass. Gentle. Meticulous. We worked side by side, building a reputation as a power couple in the business world. The events of the novel faded into the background. I fell deeper in love with him. Three years later, the youngest daughter of a real estate tycoon started her internship at our company. That day, there was a fire in the office. In the chaos, the girl stumbled into a shelving unit. It came crashing down, headed straight for my husband. I didn't hesitate. I threw myself in front of him. Pain exploded in my skull. Blood poured down my face. The girl, in her panic, had fallen to the ground, crying out, "Aaron, help me!" My husband's face went pale. His expression—pure terror—as he ran toward her without a second thought. "Grace!" he cried. Lightning split through me. My face drained of color. The heroine in the novel—her name was Grace.

After waking up in the pages of a novel, I married the loyal second lead—the man who could never win the heroine's love. Blessed with exceptional fertility, I gave him two children in three years, and what began as a marriage of convenience slowly ripened into something like love. However, during the New Year's Eve ball at the palace, strange lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [The queen heroine is faking her pregnancy. She's just waiting for the fertile side character to give birth so she can steal the child!] [The second lead is truly devoted. To secure the queen's position, he'd even offer up his own wife to the king's bed.] [Once the side character "dies in childbirth," the baby becomes the heroine's by right. What a perfect scheme.] The silver spoon slipped from my fingers and rang against the floor. So, the deeply devoted second lead was always meant to protect only his unattainable first love. In that case… Why shouldn't I take the crown for myself?

When I inherited the title of Alpha Female, the Witch prophesied that my pack would fall within eight years. Only finding my fated mate could avert the coming disaster. I searched for eight long years. With just seven days left before the prophecy's deadline, I received word that our sacred altar had been bombed. The one responsible was Lucian Grey — the same man who had tried to poison me. When I confronted him, he had only one thing to say: "I'm from the real world. I'm here to save you." In that moment, I knew — my fated mate had finally found me.

I found out I was the villainess of a romance novel called Sunshine Donna when I was already pregnant. For twenty-two years, I'd chased Renato Gatti without a shred of shame. Then came three years of marriage, just the two of us, wrapped up in each other. I'd thought it was everything. Then his true love showed up. According to the story, I was supposed to fall apart. I'd torment the girl, sabotage their relationship, and in the process, destroy myself. A bullet through the forehead. That was how it ended for Gianna Milano. I looked up. Renato was across the room, phone in hand, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He'd met her. Fine. This time, I'd step aside. But when I asked for a divorce— He cried. He begged me to stay. He threw the entire East Coast at the problem, just to keep me from walking out the door.

What happens when the tormented female lead in a novel wakes up and decides to get together with the second male lead? Coincidentally enough, I'm transmigrated into the body of this tormented female lead!

Three years after being brought back into the family, my fake heiress sister took my hand warmly and offered her congratulations. "Abby, I'm so happy for you!" she said. "Mom and Dad are going to announce tonight that they're transferring all their company shares to you—as compensation for missing out on your upbringing all these years." I pretended to be deeply moved, hugging her tearfully like I was overwhelmed with emotion. Then came the highlight of the banquet. My parents took the fake heiress by the hand and announced that they were transferring every single share to her. They even publicly declared that they were cutting ties with me. The fake sister wiped away her crocodile tears and said, "Abby, I know we were switched at birth, but you just can't force Mom and Dad to love you. Please don't blame them…" My biological mother even jabbed a finger at my nose and snarled, "You ungrateful little brat. Let's make this perfectly clear starting today: stay away from our family!" The onlookers gave me sympathetic looks, but I nearly burst out laughing. I couldn't have cared less. After all, I wasn't the original girl who'd spent years craving family affection. I was a gold-tier task agent from the Quick Transmigration Bureau. And my mission? To bring this company down. Now that they'd concentrated all the shares in the hands of an idiot, driving it into the ground would be easier than ever.

My best friend, Mason Lodge, and I transmigrate into a novel together. On top of that, we even marry into the same wealthy family, known as the Grants. Unfortunately, Stella and Tanya Grant's mutual first love, Eric Stewart, returns to the country on the day after our transmigration. Everyone keeps advising us to just get our checks and dump the sisters. But Mason and I just glance at each other with smiles on our faces. "Are things really that bad overseas to the point that he comes running back to the country as soon as he hears about the Grant sisters' marriages?" "Just listen to how sickly sweet his voice is! Isn't he worried that he might contract diabetes for real?" As soon as our words fall, I see Stella looking at me in disgust. Meanwhile, Tanya glares at Mason angrily. Honestly speaking, there's no way a pretentious bastard like Eric can ever win against Mason and me, who are known for seeing through all the facades that a typical pretentious bastard can ever put on.

I'm notoriously known for being a vile heiress in this city's elite circle. I do whatever I want just because my family is rich and powerful. If I don't like someone, I won't hesitate to slap them on the spot. If any family dares to offend me, I'll have my family terminate all contracts with that family's business. Everyone is terrified whenever they bring me up. But everything changes when my dad brings Gwen Herman, the low-income student he's been sponsoring, home with him. Suddenly, I can hear her inner thoughts. Gwen tells me that this world is actually a novel with a plot where everyone adores and dotes on the main character. Apparently, Gwen is the kind-hearted female lead loved by everyone, whereas I'm the evil side character who's destined to be humiliated at every turn. What a coincidence. I already found out about this fact ten years ago. I watch as Gwen cowers at the side delicately like some wounded angel who looks eerily similar to my dad. Meanwhile, my dad is awfully protective of her and goes as far as to be extremely mean to me to my face. That's when I begin chortling loudly. "Just because I call you 'Dad' doesn't mean you're really my father, my dear stepdad."

I'm Aiden, a background character in a melodrama novel. When the arrogant scholarship student, Brock, transferred into our school and cursed the four most powerful families as a cancer on society, I was studying. While the four heiresses dragged Brock through endless love-hate drama, I kept grinding away. That was until the midterm exams, when I snatched first place away from him. The Holdsworth heiress locked me in a dark storage room, saying she'd keep me there for three days to teach me a lesson. So I calmly dialed an encrypted number on my phone. After all, it's a trashy melodrama. Who doesn't have a hidden identity? Three minutes later, the entire school was surrounded by a fleet of helicopters...

After landing in three different wish-fulfillment novels, I pretty much lived life on easy mode. Then I opened my eyes again and found myself playing the long-suffering male lead in a tragic romance. I seriously considered banging my head against the wall to see if that would knock me into another book. Before I could try, the original Joel Johnson's memories flooded my mind. His father ran the criminal underworld. His mother was worth billions. And his childhood sweetheart was gorgeous, rich, and completely in love with him. With all that going for him, the guy still chose to chase the most toxic woman he could find. For all his trouble, he ended up dead, and his rival even fed his remains to stray dogs. He deserved a better ending than that. I stepped back from the wall just as a text arrived from the man responsible. He even attached a photo of himself in bed with Fiona Casey, the two of them looking awfully cozy. [Fiona drank a little too much, so she's spending the night at my place. Don't worry. I'll take good care of her.] Perfect. He gave me the names, the time, and the location, all without me having to ask. I immediately contacted every major entertainment news outlet I could find. [I've got a scoop for you. A no-name actor is spending the night with a wealthy CEO. Apparently, they're 'going over a !']