From Thug To Idol Transmigrating To A Survival Show นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They're not worth it! Thug 2: Not yet (he grabs his small kn! fe which falls on the floor and stabs Austin in his back) Austin: (shouts) Ahhhhh!!! (The two thugs run away from them) Austin: (groaning in pain) Blair... I'm... sorry... Blair: Shhh, Conserve your energy. (Meanwhile) (The thugs run to the main road) Thug 2: I'm too tired, I can't trek any longer

He then turned to Virgina and said coldly, "don't you dare to run away." Patrick went to the first floor, leaving Virginia alone in the basement and locked the door behind. The first thing he received from the unwelcome guests was a punch that landed on his face. Patrick was shocked as he groaned in pain while those thugs stormed into his house. "Where's the money, Patrick?" asked one of the thugs with a threatening voice. He is Mick, the thugs' leader. "Ugh, I've told you I don't have that, Mick!" insisted Patrick, "I've told your boss to let you use my daughter as usual to pay the debt."

With a ginger steps, he moved forward, and for the last time, he looked over his shoulders, watching the pack he had lived his entire life, where he had built his family, and now, he’s going to left them all behind. And just beyond the clearing, the sight of the small burning hut had finally crumpled down into nothing but ambers and ashes. Then, he ran, leaping into the air and transformed into a large silver wolf. The fire behind had protected him from them as they tried to chase him. “He’s escaping!” “Rogue! Dylan had gone rogue!”

They brought me some soup and it smells good but I'm scared. Hamish's feeling increased even more. He had heard this voice before somewhere. And the woman's voice soothed his troubled mind. * What if they put drugs in the soup? I may be living my last moments in freedom or even alive...* She blurted out in a whisper. Hamish smiles despite the urgency of the young woman's situation... * You have to help me. I sent you information about them on your I*******m page and I managed to take a photo of them so if I disappear you will know where I am... Sorry... Sorry to bother you but I need of you.*

Realization of Christian following him. ****** Topher stood on top of the cliff as he looks at the waving water. It looks so peaceful to him, how he wished life could be peaceful. "Hello little one" he heard a familiar voice. He wasn't surprised, he knew he was the one following him. He turned around and looked at him. "Am I supposed to be surprised?" Topher asked blankly. Chris chuckled. "What do you want?" He asked. "My bank account has been blocked, I still have three million dollars from my allowance last month but I can't access it. I need you to give me some money, I need to create a fake ID and leave the country" he tells him.

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

“My acting is getting perfect.” Poor Daniel. He had always been weak, always stupidly trusting. Every word I said...he swallowed it whole. That is why he will be my perfect tool. My gateway back to Zed. I leaned back on the leather seat, letting my real expression surface...cold, sharp, hungry. Because the truth? I had not always been like this. Back then, life was nothing but survival. Poverty wasn’t just a condition ... it was our family name. Everything we wore, ate, touched, breathed… it screamed struggle. So when Roberto ran into me that day ... whether it was fate or a curse , everything changed.

he said, his smugness undiminished, before vanishing completely. As the last of the shifters were cut down by Yver and Mira, who finally fought their way inside, Keith could breathe again and the self-loathing washed over him. He had been frozen, useless, while Mars was 'murdered' before his eyes. But now, the issue was the how and why of Mars’s resurrection and why... he was acting unlike himself. He moved like the Mad Demon himself, a whirlwind of lethal, beautiful destruction taking down the shifters, that weren't even attacking anymore but running away.

"We raised you all these years—it's time you paid us back. Consider this bunker your act of filial piety." In that moment, it felt like a lightning bolt split me open. During the struggle, they cursed me as an ungrateful daughter, knocked me unconscious, and dragged me out of the bunker. Under the seventy-degree scorching sun, I was roasted alive—reduced to a dried corpse. And now, the Heavens have given me a second chance. How could I not seize it? Since they were so greedy, so fond of pretending, and so desperate to reap rewards without lifting a finger.

The cloth covering my mouth made it hard for me to do anything but when I opened my eyes to look at the idiot in front of me "Bitch!"The fool had the guts to call me names and slapped me hard across my face. My head tilted away from the heavy slap and the four idiots standing behind him smirked as they stood there like idiot goons they were "You little thing insulted me...you acted so tough and thought you were a man huh," he said again and grabbed my chin tight and tilted my head up. All I did was look at his stupid face "I have fun with you and then...that horrible rich man will bring g me a $100M…those filthy men at that party are damn rich and think so highly of themselves" he said and m