Isekai Shikkaku Novel Novels & Stories

She shivered but still managed to retort, "We'll see about that." I chuckled darkly before capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss. And just like that, the war between us ignited once again. Isabella POV. I sat on the bed, my legs folded beneath me, the soft fabric of my red satin shorts brushing against my skin. A book rested in my lap, but I had long since stopped reading. My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, replaying the events of the day—the gun in my hands, the deafening shot, the man falling lifelessly to the ground. The horror still clung to me, wrapping around my lungs like an iron grip.

I roll my eyes and try to calm down. “Hi, I’m Dom. Don’t believe we’ve met, I’ve been too captivated by your friend here to notice you.” He says while looking seductively at the stupid boy who was all shades of red now. I grimace but I don’t miss the subtle question he’s asking. I look at her to confirm that he really is just a friend. She doesn’t seem disturbed. Good. He is still an idiot though. “Oh, I’m Isla. And I’m sorry if I seemed rude interrupting you guys like that. Ev I’ll just wait at the bar for you.”

Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

After her facial disfigurement went down on the ice, it ran as if Chloe had transformed into a completely different, monstrous entity. If her claws truly ran as the mastermind behind the sick plan to completely annihilate Villa de Sierra, then my internal wolf would not find the layout strange at all. It ran as if her character was the absolute only wolf crazy enough to manufacture such an insane slaughter plot on our territory. ISABELLA REED POV Mysticfall Elementary operates as the top-tier private academy on our hockey territory. The facility runs as an excellent school in every single aspect, stretching from the elite teaching staff to the massive rate of higher athletic education achiev

Isabella Mr. Stephen stood up angrily. "Which of you miscreant did this?". As he said that cheese fell on him at once splattering all over his books and desk. A loud laughter could be heard from the back and I knew it was Jacey. Dora gasped. "Oh boy, Mr. Stephen is gonna be pissed". Mr. Stephen growled. "Jacey Carter!!". Its no surprise how Mr. Stephen knows its him. Jacey is always the one who has the guts to pull pranks like this on teachers, its like this is the only thing he's good at.

I should have hit a soft bed, but what I do fall on is another body that tries not to let out a loud noise as I fall on it. “What the fuck?!” I exclaim, jumping up and hitting the bedside table switch to see who the fuck this was. As I do so, I find myself looking straight into the bespectacled face of the guy I could not get out of my head. Without even thinking, I crash my lips to his and breathe in his familiar scent. The surprised groan that escaped his throat heads straight to my dick, and I feel it harden against his thigh. Our kiss deepens and becomes frantic, with Liam’s hands underneath my shirt and marking my back with his nails.

"18th of November, Year 1534. Truly a fascinating matter, the earth-sky experimentation and a chance mistake made me discover an elf! Not just any elf but an elf priestess who was lost and trapped into a boulder of darkness amid the storms. She is very lucky to have met me, the protagonist of this era!” "9th of January, Year 1522. I have transmigrated to this world for more than a week! I now in the body of Katelyn Gustav. I finally got isekai holy damn! But my isekai trip was weird, it wasn't truck-kun but a stab from a freaking hoodlum! I have to write something down and describe the things I have encountered, or else I would go crazy.

He looked ready to grab at me and I got ready to kick him in the dick if he got even closer to me. “Now, now~ Let not start anything. We have to get along with each other. So let's be friends, okay?” Isaias showed up with his usual practice smile and I tried very hard not to roll my eyes at him. His top was blue just like Erik but he looked a bit more prince-like than Erik. “Shove it, faker.” I didn’t hide my dislike for Isaias and I could feel his cold eyes on me. I really don’t like a pretender like him at all. It just doesn’t give me good memories… I hate people like him, I hate them…

No matter which way I looked at it and how much I wanted to deny it, it became apparent that this wasn’t a dream, nor reality, but a situation within a novel. I’m in a fucking w******l! Heavy anxiety and confusion struck me at the realization. I could’ve never imagined this situation at all. I clearly remembered being hit by a truck, and then... Damn, is the truck a dimensional portal or something? Why do people isekai into shitty novels after getting hit by a truck? I took a deep breath to avoid myself from hyperventilating. After pondering for a while, I came to the conclusion that this is what it meant to be 'transmigrated'. It was very common in novels these days.

Dania frowned, then stepped back, preparing theirself mentally to listen to her comment. One of the things they did apart from chatting or doing lecture assignments was discussing any novels and films, including the web novel by Dania that was just launched two months ago and immediately received an exclusive contract offer from the platform. Their web novel took a genre that was currently popular: isekai in which the main character was being a villain who tried to follow the plot correctly. However, what distinguishes this story from other stories was the complexity of the plot and the feelings of each character, as well as the lack of the main character's desire to save his life, which was