My Lucky Encounter From The Game Turned Into Reality Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Here she comes, witch!" She hissed before throwing a beautiful black dress at me. I hurriedly grab it before it could land on the floor. She might find fault in that and end up starving for making the dress fall on the floor. Not only for a day but might go on for weeks. I was tempted to ask her what's the dress for but she beat me to it. "Go to your room now and change into this. Your husband to be and his mom will be visiting soon" "W... What?!!!"

Emilia Monroe is treated no better than a slave by her family. She's despised by her father, abused by her stepsister, and branded a failure for never turning into a wolf since her eighteenth birthday like everyone else did. All she wants is freedom from her torment. But freedom becomes impossible when she crosses paths with Killian, the Silver Crest pack’s new alpha, a notorious and ruthless man. When a contest is held to choose his Luna, as his ascension demands and to cure his bloodlust, Emilia is forced to attend by her father to serve her stepsister, who is one of the contestants. However, destiny exposes her as Killian’s true mate. But the merciless alpha is hell-bent on not having a weakling like her as his Luna. The irresistible pull of their bond refuses to be severed, and one stolen night is all it takes for her to end up pregnant by him. However, when the truth of their bond becomes public, she is rejected and publicly humiliated by the alpha, and so Emilia flees in order to protect her baby. When she thinks she's finally free, the alpha learns of their child and he stops at nothing to have and claim her once more. But the big question remains; will Emilia choose to be a captive again, or will she stand up to Killian, despite the unresolved tension of their mate bond?

Back when I was 15, I gave my extraordinary luck to Whitney Johnson. Six months later, her wealthy parents showed up at the orphanage and took her home. At 18, I stopped her from dating the school heartthrob, who later died in a car accident. Whitney blamed me for his death. She tore up my admission ticket for college entrance exam, made me miss the test, and completely ruined my life. I ended up homeless, yet it wasn't enough for her. She pushed me into the river and drowned me. Now, as I open my eyes, I realize I've been reborn and returned to when I was 18. This time, I'll never give her my extraordinary luck again.

When my boyfriend claimed he was the final boss of a horror game, I laughed it off. What kind of terrifying final boss spends every day at home doing laundry, cooking meals, handing over all his money, and constantly clinging to his wife for affection? Then, one day, I entered the horror game myself. The infamous final boss, the one every player feared, pinned me against the headboard, slowly testing the limits of my body. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “So? Do you believe me now?”

Mae Cooper accuses me of forcing wolfsbane down her throat, claiming that she can't breathe and that her wolf is gravely injured, barely clinging to life. My mate, Alpha Cole Grimaldi, and our two pups decide to teach me a lesson by locking my Omega sister up in a massive silver cage and threatening to douse her with wolfsbane. I thrash violently and beg them to let her go, but nothing I do changes their minds. Alas, my sister dies, and with her, the love I once felt for them dies too.

My father, Terence Locke, is covered in mud. He grabs my shoulders desperately, and his eyes are bloodshot. He says, "Emma, my company has gone bankrupt, and I accidentally killed a business rival. You have to run away with me." I believe him. Suppressing my fear, I follow him deep into the untouched mountains. To find food for him, I eat bugs and drink dirty water. When a pack of wolves closes in on our cave, my first instinct is to stand in front of him. "Dad, I'll lure them away. Run!" I look back at him one last time before finally making up my mind to trade my life for his. But after I leap off a seemingly bottomless cliff and fall to a pulp on the rocks below, I somehow "see" him inside a slowly descending helicopter. He is popping a bottle of champagne in celebration. At that moment, I finally understand everything. The whole desperate escape over the past few days that ultimately pushes me to sacrifice my life is nothing more than a reality show staged by him. He is merely putting on a performance, while I am truly dead...

Caked in mud, her eyes bloodshot, my mother grabbed me by the shoulders. "Elliot, the company's collapsed. I… I killed a competitor. It was an accident. There's no way out now. You're the only one who can come with me." I believed her. I swallowed my fear and followed her into the mountains, deeper and deeper until there was nothing left of the world I knew. To keep her alive, I searched for food, forcing down insects, drinking whatever murky water I could find. When a pack of wolves began circling our shelter, my first instinct was to step in front of her. "Mom, I'll lead them away. You go." I glanced back at her one last time…and made my choice. I would give up my life for hers. However, when I leapt from the cliff and my body shattered against the rocks below… I still saw her. She was inside a descending helicopter, calm and composed, lifting a glass of champagne. Celebrating. That was when it finally clicked. The desperate escape that had driven me to sacrifice myself… was nothing more than a carefully staged show. She had been acting the entire time. I…was the only one who had actually died.

On my five-hundred-and-twentieth flight into Chicago, my boyfriend finally came to the airport for me. He held a bouquet of air-flown Blue Moon roses, and the diamond ring inside the velvet box caught the terminal lights. The moment he dropped to one knee, I heard the shocked gasps around us. “Eliana Lowe,” he said, his gray-blue eyes lifted to mine. “Marry me.” My fingers tightened around the handle of my suitcase. I held out my hand, my voice already shaking. "Luca, we--" The ring had barely slid over my finger when Luca laughed. He wasn't looking at me anymore. He was looking over my shoulder at the row of black SUVs idling by the curb. "Told you she'd say yes. Hand over the key to Warehouse Three." Laughter burst from the SUVs. Luca's circle spilled into view: casino managers, dock supervisors, rich kids who lived off the Moretti name, and Vivian Gray at the front in pale fur, laughing hard enough to wipe at the corner of her eye. “No wonder she stayed at your heels for ten years. If I had a pet this obedient, I wouldn’t have the heart to throw it out either.” Luca smiled and patted my head soothingly.“Eliana, it was just a joke. Don't be angry. I’ll make it up to you later.” I looked at the ring on my finger, then at the people laughing behind him. For ten years, I had played along with his games. This time, I didn’t want to anymore.

Guess The Genre Book 2! There's a hidden motive behind the invitation of the game. The ten people who got dragged to the island will be "sent" to different dimensions to save worlds. Yenn, Byul, Jiwoon and the rest are first sent to an 'Easy mode' Arc a.k.a. a low level world as a tutorial for them. As they picked up talents and even abilities, all ten separate and was sent to different worlds by pair. Byul and Stanley got paired up and chose the Apocalyptic worlds. Both of them started to fight different kind of monsters, zombies, plants and etc. While they gone through thick and thin, both of them naturally got feelings of attachment towards the other. However, the attachment Stanley felt for him was something deeper than he imagined.

Broken, drunk and dejected at a bar. Valerie met a stranger whom she had a wild, one night session with. She finally decided to leave her five devoted years of marriage to start a new life of fun as a single woman. But just as she began to enjoy her newfound life, she suddenly collapsed at a party."You're " was like a toll of doom to Val. She knew instantly that her life was in ruin, knowing that she was for a stranger. Whilst contemplating whether to keep the or it, She received a call. "Hello stranger" she couldn't mistake that voice for any other person's. It was 'her' stranger.