Novel & Cerita Second Life Producer

This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster! Panic ignited within me. Ignoring the pain from childbirth, I reached for the baby. “Give him to me!” Damien handed him over. I immediately unwrapped the swaddling, pulled down the baby’s pants, and saw it—a round, bluish birthmark on his bottom. Blood roared in my veins. This was the ungrateful child I had raised in my previous life! It was Damien and his sister-in-law, Vanessa Grant’s illegitimate son! Damien smiled calmly as he attempted to deceive me.

The System could not intervene. I asked whether Roxanne, as a fellow player, would be punished for hurting me. The System replied in an indirect tone, "Players inside a mission world may harm one another as long as they do not damage the mission targets. If a player dies before their failure is confirmed, their body in the original world will also die." Thus, I endured. Then one day, someone in the convent decided to "have more fun" and brought in venomous insects from the mountain to use on me.

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

“So one day he just called you up and said, ‘Hey bro, I have an idea for this awesome mind game. We should try it at your next auditions.’” I chuckle. “You know what? Silas just wants to make sure that the good actors we work with are also good people. His wife, Cassandra, is actually my producer.” “Wow, you guys must go way back,” she says. “Silas saw the better version of me before I did,” I reply, noticing how intently she listens. “So, have you ever been to the Institute?” She shakes her head. “Nope. I try to self-help myself as little as possible.”

"Alright. I'm going to need everyone to act distracted," the main producer says, then turns to me, "Elara, you need to be a little more emotional than normal, alright? Please." He continues with more instructions for me and once he's done, he counts down on his fingers until the livestream resumes. I take a deep breath. And then I go off on Kael.

Jane paused for a second. Her face looked slightly wary, but she still answered politely. “CloverGPS used to belong to my father, but now it’s managed by two people. I am the co-founder, and the other is my brother. Mike Thunder.” Maia’s gaze hardened slightly, yet she remained composed. “Mike Thunder,” Maia repeated softly. “Is he reliable?” Jane nodded. “He is. But… he rarely shows up directly at the office. He’s mostly in the field or coordinating operations from somewhere else. My brother is… well, a bit mysterious, Mrs. Ruby.”

No one believed that. The poster then started a livestream. The ones who appeared on camera were the long-missing Winona and Sonny. Winona looked exhausted, and only her upper body could be seen. Sonny sat on a chair beside her, looking like he was forced to be there. In front of the camera, Winona apologized sincerely on Sonny's behalf. Everyone on the internet cursed at them for wasting their time. Slowly, things cooled down, and my life seemed to return to normal. But one phone call disrupted the peace all over again.

“Every time, baby, baby, baby. That’s all you talk about. You know, why did you get pregnant for me, Carrissa? Why did you have to be here?” What? Now my fear was building into a rage. “What the hell does that mean?” I snapped. He chuckled again. Well, I’m just saying. What was the point? It’s not like you get any benefit from it.” He drew like a drunken bastard. “Nolan, why would I want any benefit from it? I’m just doing my part as the Luna to produce an heir for the throne. Your throne.” He burst into loud laughter. “Luna, really? And who made you a Luna? Certainly not me, the last time I checked.”

Debra glanced our way, envy flickering in her eyes. --- Three days after we returned to the pack, I finally understood why Debra had gone through all that trouble to bring me back. In my past life, she'd had five pregnancies—all stillborn. This time, she needed me to help her deliver. And there was another reason: she wanted me to watch her give birth to the first half-beast child. She wanted me to see her climb to the highest seat in the pack, step by step. That very day, the King of Beasts paid a visit to our home.

Desperate to survive, Landon roared into the phone. On the other end, his assistant was already on the verge of breaking down. “Mr. Law, there’s no money left! The board has voted you out. All three major projects have collapsed, and the creditors are blocking the company entrance!” “That’s impossible!” Landon’s eyes burned red. “Those projects were highly profitable. How could they suddenly fall apart?!” “Because Miss Ross isn’t there anymore!” the assistant finally said, tearing away the last of Landon’s illusion.