The Author Is An Extra The Mc Is A Reincarnator Mga Nobela at Kwento

“From someone who was supposed to sit on the thrown of dragon realm to a heart broken lover.” “Do you pity him boss?” “Oh no!” Aiden quickly denied, “I pity myself that I won't be able to see him on his knees again.” “I believe that she will never reincarnate, that was just a lie.” The man laughed, Aiden also joined him and the other man, Charlie he sat so silent that they already forgot that he was with them. “Don't let my hopes down, I want to see him in agony.” Aiden smiled wickedly.

Rieka rolled her eyes, flipping the page. "Wait, personality traits?" Ralph raised his brows at her. "You know, she's just like Lupe." "Oh, yeah yeah." Rieka brows arched in realization before she took her eyes back to the book, scanning through. "Here!" "Most times, the new body is ignorant that he/she is a reborn. They experience weird dream, which are visions of their past life." Rieka breathed out a heavy sign, staring at Ralph. "This is all we need."

"We weren't kings, Sara. We were just the accountants who were assigned to watch each other bleed." "Xander, no!" I lunged through the fluid text, my fingers catching the hem of his shadow-woven coat. "The Author is trying to force a Recission! She wants us to annul the contract so she can reclaim the assets! Even if the beginning was a lie, the Default was real! The bread-trees are real! Mia is real!" "Mia was a calculation to keep you from checking the balances!" the Author shouted, her ivory fingers coming down onto the keys of her floating desk with the force of a thunderclap.

The new Calla was hard, focused, and determined to rewrite the entire script, no matter the cost. My life had been ruined by a forced marriage and a tragic lie. Now, I was building a new cage—a cage of muscle, intellect, and sheer will. And no one, especially not Alpha Lucien Thorne, would ever break through its bars.

Alina said. Carver looked at her for a moment. Then she said something that Alina had not been prepared for despite everything she had already processed tonight. "The twenty thousand points your system has assigned to defeating Zaria," Carver said. "The Earth return. The original life restoration." She paused. "Those points don't just send you home." Alina's hands were flat on the table. "What do they do," she said.

"Just now, didn't you all want to go? What happened? Are you all afraid of dying now? It's true that the training here is tough, but you have a high chance of surviving. However, accompanying me on this trip is a matter of life and death." The trainees still remained silent; their heads bowed. Hayes scoffed, his gaze deliberately falling on Jensen. He spoke in a low, mysterious tone, "However, they say fortune favors the bold. If you can safely return from this journey with me, you won't have to endure this rigorous training anymore. You can directly join my McCray Corporation and secure a position." Jensen's hand at his side tightened ever so slightly. 'If I could leave this training camp a

Evan hides the glint of delight in his eyes. When everything was set up, Caden and Evan went to meet the Soaring Cloud Clan disciples. When they were close to the entrance, Caden saw Evan pause. His eyes which were cold become serious and alert, later, Tyler came out to greet them. Behind him was a person with a presence that cannot be ignored. The person was a big buff man, his body is covered in metal armor except for his arms which were bigger and filled with muscles. Paired with his towering height almost the same as his owner, he looks very intimidating. "Evan, I was just telling my Uncle about you, we'll be meeting the other clans at the entrance of the Evernight Forest, my Uncle Bened

the voice in her stated but they both knew no animal could disappear that fast. Yesterday's party was successful. Jessica found her mate, the beta of the black fangs pack, a well-renounced pack that is close to the Shadowmoon pack, and James, her brother, and the future Alpha found his Luna, the Alpha’s daughter of another pack, the frostbite pack. “Fuckers” Dorothy muttered under her breath as she looked at the destroyed locker. Torn pieces of books lay on the floor before her, the red words painted on the wall just above the locker had spelled the words.

the merchant kicked the figure again, "he ended up like this. A ghost. Tries to imitate his old healer, making useless mud pies to trade for scraps of food. Babbles all day about waiting for his Luna to come back." Damien fell to the ground from the kick. He didn't fight back, only instinctively curled his body around a small pot of mud he was clutching. He clutched his head, writhing in the dust as he mumbled, his voice a hoarse rasp. "No... my hands... must make the medicine... for when she comes back... My Luna... she'll heal me..." Ethan's arm tightened around me, a silent offering of strength. I took one last look at the figure struggling in the dirt and let out a soft sigh, closing the