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

Having her own office at this young age did make her feel excited. Folding her hands on the table, Seraphine placed her head on her hand and began to think deeply. Since she was the female lead, there should be something in the novel that would be able to help her. Others, when they transmigrate in novels, are able to find various treasures or jewel mines. If it is not that, they gain immense power and just have the plot making them lead a cool life. However, in the novel she transmigrated into, the female lead didn't discover anything cool and only got into trouble. That's why, the plotline was of no help to her.

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

Something that had never been part of the system. Something even the creators had never mentioned. The silver crack appeared again. This time, it did not disappear. It widened. And from the other side, someone stepped through.

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.

Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess. Mars was lost. The world outside the library’s single window dimmed from afternoon gold to deep twilight, then to the velvety black of true night. He only snapped out of it when he turned the final page, his body protesting with a chorus of aches. He blinked, his eyes stinging and watery, and groaned as he stood, his legs prickling with the agony of restored circulation. His phone screen glowed in the dark: past midnight. He had read for over ten hours, devouring a thousand pages without a single break. He stared at the strange novel with a mixture of awe a

The part of my mind that it usually occupied was now an empty void. When Hugo saw me thrashing around on the bed in anger, he quickly held me down and said, "What's wrong? Who were you talking to?" I couldn't take it anymore. Tears and blood both started streaking all over my face. "I can't go back anymore… The system sold me out! I want to go home! I want to go home!" When I first transmigrated into this world, I was just the unfavored son of the Burke family. I had to pay an enormous price just to survive and get everything I wanted. Ever since I met Jenny, peace had been completely absent from my life.

I hit end call. That witch thinks she can get next to me again. I laugh at the thought. I don’t care what anybody says about it. She thinks that she can lie to me, betray me, and everything is going to be okay. I shake my head. What am I saying? Of course, that’s what she thinks. That girl has always been trouble, but against my better judgment, I overlooked that. That’s a mistake I will never make again. She’s a spoiled rich girl who is used to getting what she wants. Her father babied her because her mother abandoned her, and she was his only child. She’s crazy, and spoiled all rolled up in one, and that’s some shit I want nothing to do with.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

I leaned close to Xavier’s ear and whispered, “Xavier, hang in there. I will get you out. “We’ll go back to our own world where there’s no Moon and no Ryan. It’ll be just the two of us. “I even signed you up for a world piano tour. Fans everywhere are waiting for you.” At the word “piano,” a flicker of light appeared in his hollow eyes. But it faded almost immediately. “My hands are ruined,” he whispered. “They gave me injections and shocks. My head doesn’t work anymore. I can’t remember the scores.” I bit down hard on my lip, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. I told myself I could not cry. Xavier needed me.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.