Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into A Novel As An Extra Novels & Stories

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

I was already dead, so why was I still hanging on to such unrealistic fantasies? Just like that, I followed my body to the police station. Soon, Kevin wheeled my body into the forensic laboratory in order to perform an autopsy on me. Meanwhile, my soul was stuck with Kevin wherever he went. I had to witness him cutting my body open. For some reason, my soul had to follow Kevin around ever since I saw him. Not only could I move away from him, but I couldn't free myself from this mortal plane as well.

'My clothes. Shadow slowly unfurled her fingers and she felt something soft that wasn't her skin that she'd expected but rather a warm material on her stomach. It was clothing. She managed to snag some of it between her fingers and that was when she figured out that it was a loose shirt of some sort. 'Of course, it couldn't be my shirt because that had been destroyed last night, soaked through with blood and torn from the bullets and cuts.' And by last night, she was referring to before she transmigrated into the freaking novel world thanks to stupid Wan.

#ALL STATS AND REWARDS HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY UNLOCKED AND CAN BE VIEWED BY THE TRANSMIGRATOR. EXTRA REWARDS ARE UNLOCKED. ANY EXTRA INFORMATION WILL BE GIVEN TO THE TRANSMIGRATOR BY THE SYSTEM. Thank you for your cooperation. / “Mmmmh, Blergh,” Dina said as she opened her eyes to the same orange room she had been in before she transmigrated. She felt like she had gone through a whole rollercoaster ride in space while being whisked like a cake mixture, a triple mixture of dizziness. Standing up, she stumbled around and nearly fell on her face when a view of black appeared in front of her and her face swashed on something hard yet comfortable.

She is walking with her limping legs and sometimes using the furnitures to support herself from falling on the floor. I am sure she is sore from last night. I am feeling guilty seeing her condition. She is too young and fragile. She couldn't bear my sexual bulldozer and her condition is worse now. Fuck!! I should have at least lubricated her before fucking!! What an asshole I became last night!! I called her," Meher."She turned her face to me and I saw her innocent and cute face. 

Lila's mouth twitched. She instinctively covered her face. [System! This NPC has become sentient!] System: [...] I watched her expression. Crossed my legs. Swayed my foot. My tone was casual. "You have the loosest lips I've ever seen. You just blurt everything out." "Add to that your obsession with following the script and trying to steal someone else's man, and combined with my extensive reading experience? It's classic transmigration fiction." "I just didn't think it actually existed."

feels like its all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found Her voice was full of hope which made him puzzled as he thought she already moved on from having her fiance snatched by Qi Fan but it seems she is just starting to forget. Xianyao didn't know that Xiuying was transmigrated in his world and although she shows she is fine, she still feels she doesn't have anyone beside her as her soul wasn't the original owner of Xiuying's body and just s

There was a door in the garden. Amelia crossed to it, pausing to look at the ugly courtyard house opposite. She walked closer, curious as to why she found this particular house familiar and creepy. She opened the door and to a scene of violence. Amelia halted, dismayed, on the threshold. The shield-shaped mirror that had stood on a dusty table was face down upon the floor, its glass smashed into shards that still lay where they had fallen and the chair before the table was thrown on its side. One curtain hung from its last two rings, seemingly dragged down by some clutching hand.

It was a testament, a dark monument to my shattered innocence, to his brutal power. My fingers clutched the edge of the blanket so tightly they went numb, the fabric crushed and twisted in my grasp, and all I could think—over and over, a relentless mantra of despair—was that nothing would ever be the same again. That I would never be the same again. The person I was before last night was gone, irrevocably broken.

she said finally. “You spent three years hating me for the story you were given,” I said. “None of us had the full truth then. We’re only getting pieces of it now, and even these pieces might not be the whole picture.” “How do you do that,” she asked. “Stay steady, every time something else breaks open under us.” “I don’t always,” I said. “I just try to stay steady for you, because I know what happens to both of us if neither of us does.”