Novel & Cerita Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy

"From now onwards,my name is Ryella, the legitimate daughter of the Kress family and the soon to be owner of the Kress Enterprise. First thing, she needs to think like Nessa and change her wardrobe. Oh, how she missed her best friend, she hoped that this body had a best friend like her. Chapter 1: Transmigration Rose, now Ryella strolled towards the wardrobe and recalled from the memories about how Ryella's evil stepsister do disapprove of any kind of outfit that suits her perfectly, instead she picks out the horrible outfits and sweet talked Ryella into wearing them. Unfortunately, the original owner of the body was too naive to see past her stepsister's fake act of kindness but instead mi

After hearing her big brother speak of Diamond Academy, the next day Maria laid on her bed depressed, confirming with herself that she had somehow transmigrated into the reverse harem light-novel, A Fairytale Romance. Once that was out of the way, it only took connecting the dots to figure out which character her soul transmigrated into, which was that of the comic-relief female villain, Maria Rosendrey. 'At least my first name is still the same, but usually, when stuff like this happens, the soul is transmigrated into the main villainous boss, not a sub-villain, who no one in the series took seriously!'

I gently placed my hand on top of her head and responded, "Don't worry... I won't die." "When all of this is over... I won't lose, Miles." 'You won't wha-... Oh. I'd like to see you try." What did I get myself into? It's not like I'm a romance novel protagonist, right? |...| It seems like I have a love triangle now... Ain't that troublesome. If only the author wasn't such a horny bastard. Anyways, it's about time to get serious. My plan worked wonders, but... it will all be in vain if this fails.

I scream and push him away. My head is bursting with pain and I rub my forehead, wanting the pain and the images to fade away. The images..... A boy__a boy with me, in the blunt images, laughing and smiling, my father talking and chatting with him, we eating dinner together, Emilia raising eyebrows at him..... And my fingers brushing his lips..... And suddenly I see his face, smiling.... I realize I'm not floating anymore. Then, everything goes black. I collapse.

If her analysis is correct, and she indeed transmigrated into a novel, everything will make sense. In any case, since, she already said that she has an amnesia, people around her will not doubt if she has different character as to the original owner. If the possibility of her transmigration is true, then her husband will die, her son will will sent to the orphanage and she will end up in a mental institution. And all of this will happen because of her. Because she colluded with her husband’s enemy. Then, I have to change my attitude to my instant husband and son to have a happy family and to avoid the sad ending of her family.

This transmigration is getting a bit better and exciting. Azalias grinned at his new discovery. His eyes sparkled, as he was always fond of magic. He had been searching very hard for the past five years to find out if magic was real or not, inquest to find if magic was real or not, he had dropped out of university, had lost his girlfriend, and had been suspended from his job. But he didn't give up and had sold his family wealth and had been traveling through the whole world searching for magic. He often had dreams about magic, but those were dreams, not reality like this time. This transmigration was a bit different, as it was giving him a feeling like he was experiencing the situations in r

"So I tried to find the reason on why he cant come back with me on the real world. And that's how I found out...that he'e already dead on our world. It means–he was transmigrated not transfered like me." Anastasia freezes at that. "Wait, can you explain the difference between transfered and transmigrated?" The prince asked. "Transfered is like what happened to you. Your soul was transfered inside the book but your real body is still alive on the other world. While transmigration is the movement of your soul after death. It means you already died before coming here." "Is there any reason on why he was transmigrated on the book then?" Alistair asked again.

So he could only force himself to appear magnanimous, saying gently, "Nina, I know you have a psychological aversion to impurity. I understand if you can't accept this right away, but I hope you realize my heart has always belonged to you." "Although I was tricked by Melody and my body was forced to betray you, my heart has always remained pure. No woman besides you has ever entered my heart." Hearing this, Nancy felt nauseated inside. Ugh! How disgusting! His heart has always remained pure... Yeah right, his heart is even dirtier than his body! To demonstrate his love for Nina, Lucas spent a fortune having a large peach grove transplanted behind their new home. This grove was bigger and mor

Jack said with a satisfied smile. Seeing such a smile Dina's heart thumped, he was still so cute... wait... why was she still... A wave of information flowed into her brain making her dizzy for a while before everything became completely transferred. The contract was a soul contract, she was to transmigrate which she assumed was traveling through different worlds with a mission of making a certain target feel different emotions, there was a strict warning that she should never fall in love with the target as the possibility of the target remembering her after the operation was close to nil.

But you said you loved him, even if in front of him you lied," she grumbled. Soiling, I explained: " Some love stories don't need a statement to be true. They just need to happen. Kendall snorted, and I started reading the prologue of the story that Tristan has been working on for so long. He had used my idea to reconstruct the entire plot, discarding his original ideas for the story. Her character had in her demonic part the gift of transmutation; she could turn into animals and people. One of the people who could take shape was described as a woman with hair that shone in orange embers and a perfectly white smile, capable of misrepresenting the consciousness of the most faithful man.