From Thug To Idol Transmigrating To A Survival Show Novels & Stories

I stared at the ceiling. The child I had wanted to tell Dante about on our first-kiss anniversary was gone. The child I had hidden my hope inside was gone. Dante had not held the scalpel, but he had hidden me in that house, handed me over to his alliance, and made everyone believe my baby could be erased for Serena’s reputation. “I wanted him,” I whispered. “I really wanted him.” Professor Shaw took my hand. “I know.” The legal director placed a folder on the bedside table.

What was even worse was that she doubted he had told anyone that he was here. She sighed, Felix was an idiot. The thug carefully dropped Olivia to the ground then turned to face Felix, Felix stared at the thug with a cocky smile. Felix ran to the thug with the intention to smash the thug’s leg but the thug grabbed the huge stick from Felix then broke it in half “You are a fool,” the thug muttered then he punched Felix in the gut. Felix looked at the thug in confusion as he fell on the ground. He felt like his entire internal organs had ruptured, felix stared at the thug in fear and frustration.

"Lorenzo became family too. Sofia's brother. The crime boss who became uncle. Who transformed from enemy to family. Who died redeemed. Who proved people can change. He died peacefully too. Surrounded by love. Everything violence should have prevented but transformation made possible." "Julian became real family. Not just brother-in-law. Friend. Uncle to Ethan. He's father now too. Has daughter with Sarah. Three months old. Emma. Named after his grandmother. He's breaking cycles. Being good father. Good man. Everything Lucas wasn't. Everything his family of origin didn't teach him. He's proof change is possible." "Sofia survived. Maria survived. We found her after eight years in captivity. Br

No one moved. “But you’ll still be a thug,” he said, the word landing like a slap. “A well-paid piece of muscle. A dog on a short leash, waiting for his next scrap. When you get old, when you slow down, when you take a bullet that doesn’t kill you but ends your career… what happens? That cash is gone. Your kids are still in the same neighborhood, looking at the same dead ends. The man who paid you will find a new dog. And you will be forgotten.” He turned to the whiteboard. “You think this,” he tapped the screen, “is about making you soft? This is about making you immortal.”

"You could start a new life. Go to the human village, find a woman to be with and start a family." "I am a burden. I could not handle the guilt tying someone with me just because I don't want to feel lonely or because I wanted to be loved... You must know, they only torture who are disobedient and bold enough to dig their own grave. If you do not like the way they are treating you, then act like a dog and be submissive. Expand your tolerance."

Before she could finish, all the screens in the hall, including the reporters’ laptops and phones, suddenly changed. A high-definition video started playing on its own. The scene showed a hallway inside a mental hospital. Ryan glared at a doctor. “Increase the dosage! I want him so broken that he should be unable to even think.” The doctor hesitated. “Mr. White, if we keep this up, he’ll die.” Ryan sneered. “Good! That’ll save me the trouble. “I should be Moon’s husband! Xavier doesn’t deserve it.” Then, the screen switched to another video.

The constant role-switching got to the point where I almost forgot my own name. For three whole years, I lived on thin ice. That was, until the quest progress bar finally hit 99%. I took a sip of my espresso as I fixed my gaze on Xavier's sculpted features. Just a few minutes ago, I'd overheard him telling his friends that he'd grown tired of being a sugar baby. I stood there with my hands on my hips as I laughed loudly to myself. Everything seemed to be going as planned. I'd already memorized my breakup lines by heart. "Let's end things here, Xavier. After all… Rafael's still my husband."

We named him Lucas Gibson. When Lucas opened his eyes for the first time, he didn't see a gray sky or a city overrun by zombies. Instead, he saw a brilliant Swarovski crystal chandelier and the loving faces of his parents and grandmother. He blinked, his tiny mouth twitching. Suddenly, his final thoughts echoed in my mind. "Holy cow, I don't have to chew on tree bark in this lifetime? And there's actual milk to drink? This glorious prosperity is exactly what I wished for!"

But as she continued to look at the glass, her own eyes faded and there were only those of her new self- wide, clear, and expressive. Was this real? She raised her hand to touch her face and felt it. She suddenly knew the identity of this new self! Her name was Katherine, Duchess Barnard. More than that, she was married to Duke Dane Barnard, one of Regency England's most feared gentlemen, and she'd gone back in time to perhaps the 1800s or something?

"Whatever the price is, I'll double it. Just open the door and let me walk out." "Heh." The rogue with a jagged skull tattoo on his left arm let out a dry, raspy laugh that sounded like a vulture. "Hey, do you think we're that stupid?" "We let you go, you run straight to the Blackthorns, and we end up with no money and a one-way ticket to Zander's torture chamber." The rogue stepped closer, playing with a high-def micro-camera. His eyes roamed shamelessly over her body. "But don't worry. We aren't low-class thugs; we don't want to get rough with someone like you."