Novel & Cerita Transmigrating As An Extra Third-rate Villain

The Villain I slam the door in his face and back away like it was an atomic bomb that might go off and take me with it. "Morgan," Gia hissed coming around the corner and seeing me staring at the door like it had grown a head and its own functioning body. "Was that the Alpha? Why the hell are you just standing there!" She opens the door and plasters on the brightest smile I've seen from her in my eighteen years of life. "Alpha Kaden! Welcome! I apologize for Morgan's behaviour her anxiety makes her do stupid things."

He realized that not only did Lucas possess such powerful strength, he was also being modest. Compared to Lucas, he was so inferior. Lucas stayed at the War Organization for another day before leaving. He continued to integrate the zombies in the wild. However, it was too difficult to upgrade the Apocalyptic Legion. "Help!" Suddenly, a life saving voice traveled into Lucas' ears. Lucas was stunned. He was wondering why he could always hear the sound of someone begging for help. He thought, “Could it be that I am a Transmigrator?” He activated his Mind's Eye and saw a girl running over.

It had not been easy for me to pull myself through college, and I even landed an offer from a major company. But when I went for the physical examination, the results showed that I had been diagnosed with late-stage cancer. I watched the lab’s promised rewards climb from a hundred thousand dollars to a million dollars, then to ten million dollars. I eventually could not stop myself from signing up. “The main characters in this book share behavioral problems. We need you to transmigrate into the book and correct them. You only need to stay for a year, then you can come back.” I originally thought I only needed to hang out and joke around with a group of two-dimensional characters after transm

At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism. The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression. “What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room. “Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?” “I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-” “I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.

Hatred flashed in her eyes, but she'd still whimper: "I'm sorry, Vivian. If I've upset you somehow, I'll make it right. Please." "Your existence upsets me." I tilted my head, fangs gleaming. "How will you fix that? Die?" She could only stare, frozen in terror. Then cry, as usual. I discovered being the villain was surprisingly satisfying. Of course she went to the Alpha Committee. When they summoned me, I played my part perfectly. Tearfully explaining about the celebration disaster, then producing my healer's certification: "The early shifting experiments I did for Daniel... testing herbs on myself... it makes every transformation agony now."

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

his patronizing voice returned, “or should I say Alpha Klaus. There’s an eye witness that you have Lisa. “An eye witness?” my heart raced faster but my poker face held. “Don’t make me waste my time, perhaps, I’ll spare your life,” his voice had changed back to being menacing. It was surprising and unnerving hoe Maximo could switch from a causal, average werewolf who seemed to laugh too much to a villainous, powerful, angry, megalomaniac who’d bent on setting the world on fire. It must be the curse. Perhaps if he had a different childhood, he would have turned out differently. But assumptions won’t save me now. I needed to stick to my story.

Joel screamed repeatedly, "Abigail, you can't do this to me! None of this is real! The whole transmigration thing is bullshit, and so is this palace! Let me go! I don't want to stay here!" His agonizing curses and cries echoed through the prison, gradually muffled by the thick castle doors.

"Morrigwen — what is — what is the third pearl — " "Ah." Her smile is the first warm thing I have seen in this trench. "Eighth. The third pearl is the only piece of good news this prison has. It is hidden. The Silver does not know where. The Black does not know where. *I* do not know where. The Tide Mothers buried it so well that not even the prisoners can find it. As long as it stays hidden, the entity beneath us cannot wake. Find it. Hide it better. Do not let her near it. That is your work, eighth. Not vengeance. Not your purple boy. Not your rose cousin. The third pearl. Everything else is — "

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.