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

The novel wasn’t branching out from the original storyline that much since Nova made sure that I didn’t affect any major events in the book, that’s why it was off putting when some events weren’t happening at all. “Where’s the second lead anyway? She should’ve sparked his passion for art by now.” It was only small details that were changed. Details such as how Lucas treats Natalie; how Julia gave her present earlier and even got rejected in a harsh way; how I haven’t seen Natalie’s cousin, he was supposed to show up in school continuously because of Natalie. ‘Wha- you literally turned the second lead into a lackey-‘

How- What- He glances at me, "I know.. We were pathetic. But anyways, when we woke up, we transmigrated to my book, 'Brotherhood of Blades.'" I gasp, "That is crazy! I have never heard of two people transmigrating. Where is your lab partner now?" "He..." He exhales a heavy breath, "..Did not make it." "W-What do you mean?"

That was harder to explain. “Because she is the main character in the book, and you are the male lead. You two were supposed to fall in love.” He looked at me like I had lost my mind. “That is all?” “Do not underestimate that. This world is a novel. I came from somewhere else. These storylines are hard to change. Every transmigration novel says so.” I could not tell if he believed me. He cupped my face gently, tracing the softness he had painstakingly fed back to life.

It was a foolish thought but I…this broken girl that had never known warmth in her whole life wanted to live. A sharp pain jolted in my shoulder and I gasped, my eyes snapping open as I stared back at the rotted thatch roof of the shack. The memory faded, but the pain of my childhood remained, blending perfectly with the physical agony of my shattered flesh.

She cut in, sprang up, but she fell back immediately she sat on. Her body felt numb and heavy, like her soul was alive, but her body was dead.

The cold-hearted Don, the wife used as a pawn, the opulent estate, even the layout of the rooms was identical. Most terrifyingly, every expression and every word uttered by the Don in the book was like looking in a mirror. "Damn it!" I slammed the book shut, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Don?" Lily looked at me with concern. "You look unwell..." I ignored her and flipped to the last page of the book. In the acknowledgements, at the very end, was a single line: "To the one who was once my whole world, and who personally shattered it. Even if he never sees these words, I want to tell him: I have learned to be reborn from the ruins."

I floored the gas and sped straight to the hospital. Once we got there, I immediately contacted the parents of both male leads and my dear father-in-law, Thomas Grant. The moment they heard what happened, they all booked the earliest red-eye flights and rushed back overnight. While they were in the air, I took advantage of the downtime to quickly pull my funds, unwind positions, and shut off the keys to the Grant family's master access account. The male lead in the book had been born into a family of financiers and was a true prodigy of capital operations and venture investments—a top-tier trader by any standard. And yet, somehow, he'd fallen hopelessly in love with a woman as toxic as Stell

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

My heart thudded. One sketch showed a girl’s face. It was not perfect, but clear enough. If my classmates saw it, they would know right away that it was Nora, the suspended girl. Under it was a label: NORA, the new girl who shone too fast. It didn't make much sense. Then I moved to the next sketch. My heart dropped. It was me. It was not just a portrait, it was me putting something into someone’s school bag. The drawing was detailed. Way too detailed. There were not many words, but it said so much.

I thought my life would flash before my eyes. As I shifted into one, I was amazed by the surging energy that boosted me. I feel like I could fight for hours. This is the second time I shifted. How I ended up killing the lycan and that darn scientist back at my old cell was because of my inner beast. Shifting into one was difficult, and at a crucial time like this, it helped me a lot. All I could feel was pure anguish, and the enemy had the nerve to imperil my friend’s life.