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

The room fell silent once more, the only sound the distant crash of the waves outside the window. As Elara lay back against the pillows, she let out a long, slow breath, her mind struggling to process everything that had happened. She was alive—somehow, miraculously, she had survived. But she was no longer the same person she had been before. The old Elara had died on that operating table, her heart shattered by betrayal and loss.

She was a hollow shell of a person who was losing herself everyday. She was a broken doll just like her fractured marriage and destroyed destiny. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the first chapter you all?

The world around me blurred as the weight of his words settled in my chest like a stone. A Pink Star diamond. A gem worth millions. And it had been mine. How? What if I wasn't just some innocent victim left for dead? What if I was something worse? I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it latched onto me, refusing to let go.

I close my eyes intently. May appear holding the tray that contains our lunch. “My lady?” She asks. I shook my head in disbelief while May prepared our table and sat down on the chair across from mine. What should I do? I didn’t expect to be transmigrated to a world inside a comic! I’m the antagonist! My gosh! Does this mean I’m going to die in this world as well? I can't accept that! Why would I be transmigrated to another world just to die? Where’s the justice in that?

"Bwothew whats a fweast wolk wike." Innocence shone on the girls doll like eyes as it shone towards her elder brothers direction making them all have bleeding nose, literally all of them and that includes both Her servants, welll exaggeratingit may seem, she just look too adorable, coupled by her gorgeous get up despite being a small baby. And specially her long eyelashes that fluttered every time she blinks her eyes, it simply looked like a butterfly landed on her eyes which made it enchanting despite the youf age. ' This lady will pierce the heart of many.'

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

A mistake which I couldn't change. Within blink of an eye the sharp knife got in contact with her tongue and blood oozed out of her mouth making her let tears of pain and sorrow to flow like a river. (Kiara's pov when she transmigrated into the Novel - Present) Just remembering Anastacius makes me feel like my tongue will be ripped into pieces. Yesterday I cried while writing the parts I remember from the Novel.

And the entire time—the story still belonged to her. Lyria. The heroine always gets the ending. What did I expect? I close my eyes. For a second I can practically hear my old self laughing at me from somewhere back in my original world. Congrats, Minthe. You transmigrated into a novel and still managed to become the pathetic second choice. Jesus Christ. A fresh wave of humiliation burns through my chest so violently I straighten immediately, forcing my shoulders back. No. No more crying tonight. I’m done. I stare at myself in the mirror again, breathing harder now. “You need to get it together,” I mutter.

"...do you want to access the help option?" Pepe suddenly remembered the prompt earlier. He thought that that was just his imagination but no, it was real! "My cheat! So the gods had not really forsaken me!" Pepe roared in his mind. Just like other transmigration stories in the novels, the main character has to have a cheat or something that would make him unique among everyone else. And here it came. His own fate changer! Pepe wanted to delve deeper into his cheat code but before he could do that, he had to get away first from the delicious naked woman before him.

He listened to the stories of the people who came through the shelter doors — stories of loss, of addiction, of abuse, of survival. And amidst all that brokenness, he found pieces of himself he had not even realized were lost. Isla saw the difference in him — not just the way he moved, but the way he listened, the way he cared. He wasn't the same man who had once put ambition first. He was becoming someone new. Someone better. And Isla couldn't help but fall for him all over again. Even as she fought against it. Even as she reminded herself not to trust too quickly.