Novel & Cerita Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into A Novel As An Extra

When she tried to kill Andrew, she ended up dead instead. It brought a sour mood to Rhianne after reading that part. The character named Rhianne in the novel is just an extra character used to make Andrew more powerful in the story. What is the author's thinking while writing the plot of this story? It's too much! And why does that stupid woman in love has the same name as her?

They were merely ordinary people from another age. Victor treated those transmigrators equally. Those with talent who could contribute to the kingdom were given important positions, while those whose minds were filled with schemes were beheaded as a warning to others. After all, this age belonged to us.

She is Alicia the Saint. Elise never thought that she would be transmigrated to the fantasy world. A medieval era composed of aristocrats, magic and divine power. An unfair world full of greed and violent people. Elise was frightened but slowly absorbing the reality. She was old enough but she never experienced this kind of phenomenon. She was just reading the book her cousin gifted to her.... She just read it so her cousin will leave her alone and stop messing with her. She never thought that she would wake up in a new body and in a fictional world! But how the heck does she go here? Did she die after reading the novel? Oh my god! Did she really die? Elise is panicking inside but suppresses

[Dear Transmigrator, So, you died again. I was half-hoping that you wouldn't be reading this letter, but you are back here already. How sad! Just kidding. I am not sad. Now, you know the difficulty level of this novel. All the characters are nuts. I pity you though. I didn't die like this. You haven't finished one-third of the last part in the story and you are already here. Do you feel like cursing now? Go ahead.

A shockwave of violet and crimson light threw them all backward. ​The Emotional Partition: The Guilt of the Protagonist ​Nora scrambled to her feet, her midnight velvet dress now tattered, the hem turning into a string of "Lorem Ipsum" text. She looked at the army of the Forgotten. She saw a man in a waiter’s uniform whose face was a blank slate—the man Julian had fired in Chapter 4 just to show his power. She saw a woman in a lab coat—the doctor from the Asylum who had been "Deleted" when the genre shifted to Sci-Fi.

She had no reason to be happy that I was here. I stopped in front of her and crouched down so I was at her eye level. "What is wrong?" Milo held up a broken plastic toy. It was a small animal, a dinosaur maybe, and one of its legs had snapped off completely. The plastic was cheap and brittle, the kind that broke easily and could not be fixed with glue. "Someone accidentally stepped on it," she said, her voice small. "And now it cannot be used anymore." She looked down at the broken toy in her hands, and her lower lip trembled. I felt that twisting sensation in my chest again, stronger this time.

I played it again. And again. And again. Until something in my chest started to split, not loudly. Quietly. Like fabric tearing beneath skin. Like grief folding in on itself. Like shame curdling behind the ribs. She was right. It would destroy Ixora. Not because of what she found out, but because of who she would have to become after. Because innocence doesn’t grow back once it’s been burned. Because she would stop being soft. Stop being safe. Because she would learn what I already knew:

The next morning, Jone would open his eyes to see Nile, who had mistakenly fallen asleep with their fingers hooked. The naive Jone would feel his cheeks burning up, and his heart would race uncontrollably. That was how he fell into the tumultuous trap. Falling for a Playboy young master. The blushing scene was a bit harder for Brewster to handle, but after one mistake, he was able to act it well, and the director gave him a pass, praising and handing him a bottle of water again. Jim felt like someone was about to snatch his cabbage from him... but he had no idea why he felt that way.

There was a trace of sorrow in the way he looked at me. He smiled gently. "You're welcome." Yet his gaze seemed to pass through me, as though he were looking at someone else. As time passed, my memories gradually merged, and I came to fully understand everything about this body's past. The abusive novel's male lead had tormented her relentlessly. But she had been hopelessly love-struck. No matter how badly she was hurt, she believed there was a place for her in his heart. In the end, he abused her to death.

The tray in my hand fell down with a thrashing sound as every delicate crockery placed in it was broken into pieces. “What happened to my memory. I don’t remember there was a wall here.” I murmured as I crouched down to pick up the broken glasses. They could hurt anybody and the moment I touched the sharp edge of a broken glass I hissed the same moment the light came back because I got a small cut on my hand but what made my eyes widened was the presence of someone’s shiny shoes beside my hand. I gulped. This can’t be true. There was no wall.