Romans & histoires From Thug To Idol Transmigrating To A Survival Show

“It will be a legal contract and if anyone tries to touch you, they will answer to me.” He stared at me like the world had tilted under his feet. Like he didn’t know whether to believe it… or run from it. Because for the first time in a long time, someone wasn’t offering him survival. I was offering him freedom.m

"It will settle the fever. Your body is trying to reject the change, but you must embrace it. If you fight the Beast, it will tear you apart from the inside. You must learn to sing with it." ​I took a sip of the broth. it was foul, tasting like dirt and old copper, but as it hit my stomach, the fire cooled. The vibrating energy in my limbs settled into a heavy, solid strength. ​"How can you live like this?" I asked, looking around the cold, damp subway station. "Hidden in the dark, eating dirt... you were all queens once. You were Thorne wives."

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

【Isabella, mission failed. The twenty-five-year limit has expired. You are no longer permitted to continue.】 The Program had never cared what kind of love saved me. Family, trust, desire, devotion—any bond that reached 100% would count. And I had lost them all. I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church.The Survival Program spoke while I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church. Through the half-open doors, Adrian Moretti kissed Sophia Lane beneath a storm of applause. The Moretti crest gleamed on his chest, and the ring that should have been mine sat on her finger.

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

After sparing a few highly skilled individuals, the rest of humanity was either experimented upon or sold into slavery. Logo was sold to a young Thousand-Eye, enduring countless abuses, until an awakened transcendent talent allowed him to seize an opportunity and escape. Relying on his innate abilities, he endured hardship and rose to become a legendary professional. Once empowered, his desire for vengeance against the Thousand-Eye Civilization burned unchecked. Blessed with extraordinary luck, Logo not only eliminated the tormenting Thousand-Eye youth but also inflicted significant trouble upon their civilization. Constantly teetering between death and crisis, Logo’s strength surged, his pr

The suffocating pressure in the hall instantly eased. I let out a long breath of relief. I survived. Barely. Without another word, Nerien turned and leisurely walked toward the exit. The servants quickly stepped aside, lowering their heads as he passed. Even Riven watched him leave without saying a word. "See?" I muttered under my breath. "He's the scary final boss." Yes! I'm alive! Maybe transmigration isn't so bad after all. Maybe I'll actually survive this novel— Host, please stop celebrating prematurely.

“They hunted me. Tried to burn me alive for the insult. I left everything. My name, my history—gone.” “And what?” Collin asked, stepping closer. “You’ve just been roaming ever since? Feeding from shadows? Ducking your responsibilities while my people fought to rebuild what those monsters destroyed?” “You have no idea what I’ve done to survive,” Thorne said, voice low and sharp as a blade. “I’ve fed from animals. Gone weeks without blood. Buried people I loved because I refused to go back to them.” The room was quiet for a beat. Then Collin said, “And now you want to play soulmate to my sister? You expect me to trust that?”

"Is there something funny, they are all humans but why didn't they say anything earlier." "Because they are programmed. People who have become followers of Thaddeus are like reborn humans. They don't remember who they are, their brains have been washed. Thaddeus is a type of Lycan who has high ambitions. Their heads are equipped with tools to follow orders. Therefore, we are just imitators, just follow their movements. This face covering makes them focus on the mission," She explained. Thaddeus is an asshole. He just wants power, not love. "If they're programmed, there shouldn't be a need for closure."

Deciding not to trust him, he shook his head. “Listen, you, mangy mutt. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll turn you into a rodent and send you off into a pack of your own and you won’t have to worry about me devouring you. I have no doubt your flea-bitten relatives would consider you a fine meal. What do you think?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully, “A woodchuck? A squirrel? I know... a rat!” Adam hesitated just a moment longer while he weighed the truth to the magic man’s words. Deciding he meant his threat he saw no other choice, but to transform into his human identity. He did it with extreme reluctance.