Side Characters Second Life Novels & Stories

And he was currently coughing up black snot, unable to even stand. "Biology doesn't care about your hierarchy, Richard." I looked back into the dark. "Amanda! Cain! Liliza! Front and center!" Three figures stepped out of the shadows. They weren't Alphas. They weren't even Betas. They were the runts. The ones the Vaughn pack had tried to discard before I took them in. Their eyes were all the same—shimmering violet, wide with a terrifying new realization. "You feel it?" I asked.

This mansion was nothing to grieve over, compared to the betrayal and framing by my fiance, Nigel Taylor, and my best friend, Olivia Williams, in my past life, where they painted me as the scapegoat and eventually caused the destruction of my family. I grabbed my phone and continued showing every angle of the burning house. Since Nigel and Olivia had used this mansion to fabricate the most perfect evidence against me, I decided to livestream its burning, giving myself the perfect alibi instead. I turned to the camera and said, "Look, this mansion is being burned down, including the garage next to it. Everyone here can bear witness to it. At this very moment, I, Adrienna Stafford, am setting

And there, in the center of the code, was Julian's designation: FINAL_BOSS_TIER_S_MARIONETTIST_ACTIVE. Directly below it: PLAYER_PRIMARY_CAMRYN_CHAVEZ_STAGE_III_ACTIVE. And listed in supporting code: PLAYER_SECONDARY_AMON_CAELAN... PLAYER_SECONDARY_MIRANDA_CASTELLAN... on and on through everyone I'd met, everyone I'd fought beside. All of them marked as PLAYER types. Real people transmigrated into the game. None of them marked as NPC. "They're real," I breathed.

Instantly, my senses went on high alert. When I was pregnant in my past life, my mother didn't show me a shred of kindness. Her sudden concern now felt strangely over the top.

More precisely, it was not time yet. She wanted to watch a little longer, to be more certain. She was not ready to reveal her appearance as Ruby Moon, who possessed Maia Queen’s dark side. And in her heart, she wanted to play a little. At least, one more time. Before she truly had to return to lead the battlefield. “Sorry, Mike, you’ll have to be patient a little longer,” she muttered while wiping her tears. “I want to see how crazy you get when you realize that your boss isn’t dead.”

I threw myself into the planning, insisting on handling everything personally. Elara watched me rushing about, worry clouding her eyes. "You hired a planner. You don't have to push yourself." Her voice was always so gentle, pulling me back to the memory of our last meeting in my previous life. Back then, I was still trapped in the illusion of happiness Raina had woven around me. At a family dinner, Elara sat quietly in the corner, her eyes fixed on me as Raina and I talked and laughed. She never once looked away.

I'm born with a congenital heart condition. But when my illness flares up, my longtime boyfriend, Zeke Fulton, doesn't try his best to save me. On the contrary, he forces me to sign over my shares while I'm in agony. Then, he stands by and watches as the pain rips through me. I end up dying on that hospital bed. Thankfully, I'm given a second chance at life. I'm reborn on the very last day of filling out college applications. This time, I don't fall for Zeke's sweet talk. I turn my back on him and run straight into the arms of my childhood friend, Hugo Lodge. Hugo wraps me up in his embrace, his lips brushing against the side of my neck. He says, "Elisa, come to Joslin University with

Rebecca Nolan, the widow of my husband's late friend, shows up at our door, claiming that her daughter is critically ill. She pleads with Declan Smith, my husband, to be the debt guarantor for her 100-thousand-dollar loan. In my past life, after learning that the actual amount was 5 million dollars, I locked Declan in the house to keep him from helping Rebecca. Rebecca, unable to come up with the money, took her daughter to the rooftop, where they jumped to their deaths. Declan and Edward Smith, our son, refused to speak to me from that day onward. Declan became a successful businessman ten years after that. He wore watches worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and spent tens of thousan

No drama. The trauma of my past life had finally shown me who this man really was. He didn't love me. Maybe he never did. My pup and I were always going to be second place to his childhood sweetheart. Fine. I’m done. I won’t fight for him anymore. Ethan still refused to budge. "We have to pull her out first!" "Ethan, move!" Kaius barked. "Resources are thin, and Lina is closer to the kill zone. It’s more dangerous there."

I let out a bitter laugh, my teeth clenched tightly. "Terry, you never saved me. You're a liar. Stop dreaming." After I died in my last life, I found out the truth. The one who had actually saved me back then was my childhood friend, Steven Barlow, the one who had always stayed quietly by my side. The door lock finally gave way. The parents stormed into my house, fists coming down on me from every direction. Then sirens cut through the chaos. Police rushed in and forced the mob back.