Transmigration Gone Wrong Mga Nobela at Kwento

No one knew if it was the people that lived there before or if someone else came in and did it after they were gone. The last of the human families were gone, escorted out of the territory by human authorities because they resisted leaving. There’d only been one or two families that resisted each with their own reasons. All the reasons appeared petty in the end as the human government bent over backwards to find new places for them to go. They set these last families up on some of the abandoned farms. Other farms were returning to the original families in reparations for the harm done to them. It would take years to get the people back into place, or get entirely new families into those spac

“Once Zack gets out, find someone to give him a proper beating in a corner.” I hadn’t fired him. I just wanted him to learn his lesson the hard way. Just then, my mom called me on an international line. “Liana, I’m getting tired here. When can we finally come home?” I glanced at the calendar. “Mom, just hang on for another two weeks!” Two weeks later, the ownership transfer press conference took place as scheduled. The West Group incident had made headlines everywhere, and reporters crowded the room even before the press conference started. By then, my injuries had recovered, and I sat down. Most of the board members already knew how things would go. After all, this was all pre-decided.

They were merely ordinary people from another age. Victor treated those transmigrators equally. Those with talent who could contribute to the kingdom were given important positions, while those whose minds were filled with schemes were beheaded as a warning to others. After all, this age belonged to us.

In fact, I don't know what I even good at! Naomi was on the verge of breaking down because of her current situation. 'Why did that female lead have some things with her while I don't? Bring me back at my room, my home! This transmigration is definitely wrong!'

"Thank you. You've been very helpful." Her expression suggested she didn't believe me. She was right. By 10:30 a.m., I had been transferred between four departments, spoken to two clerks who couldn't find my application, and been informed by a man with a coffee stain on his shirt that emergency shelters required a separate environmental impact assessment. An environmental impact assessment. For a shelter designed to keep people alive during a global deep freeze. I was beginning to understand why the original heroine of this world had died in a blizzard. Apparently, the government had needed three copies of her death certificate before it could acknowledge that she was cold.

The announcement of our engagement hit the city like a stone dropped into a quiet pond. By five o'clock the following evening, every major paper in the capital had printed it across the front pages. The Black Wolf and the Villainess. It was a pairing that made no sense, a union between a cold corporate predator and a woman the social pages had spent three years branding as a hysterical tyrant.

But watching him struggle to understand what was happening to his body made me feel sick. I moved closer to the bed. “Peter, you need to stop trying to move your arm. Mara can't examine you properly if you keep pulling away from her.” He looked at me. “I don't want to be like those things.” “I know.” “What if it happens? What if I lose control and hurt someone? I don't even know how I got here. I remember the van, the rain, and then everything started hurting. I thought I was going to die on the road. I didn't know this would happen after we found shelter.”

“It’s divergence.” Everlyn stared at the maps. Bright clusters of stability. Dark regions of escalating disorder. Liora stood silently near the back of the room. Watching,thinking and Calculating. “It’s happening faster than expected,” Marcus continued. “The stable communities are attracting more people.” Jesse frowned. “Meaning?” Marcus zoomed in. “Migration.” People were leaving unstable regions. Digitally first then physically after

“For food? As far as I know, you can’t magic food out of thin air. You can use magic to grow it or steal it, but not conjure it.” “No. To get us out of here. Maybe…magically transport us back.” “What you’re talking about is translocation, and it’s unbelievably difficult and risky. Even the most experienced witch won’t attempt it, and in your condition…we don’t know the harm it could do to the pup.” Shit. I don’t want to anger him more and tell him to stop treating me like I’m a broken toy. Besides, he’s probably right, and I think I’ve done enough harm for one day. “Maybe I can build a bridge then.”

On the fifth day after I quit my job, Felix barged into Quentin's place with a few other friends I recognized. They dragged Quentin out. He looked so messed up I could hardly tell it was him. They were hauling him to a mental hospital. Quentin couldn't stop glancing back as they left, yelling, "Let me go! I need to be with Winnie! She's worn out taking care of our baby by herself!" I leaned against the door, feeling a sharp, bitter pang in my chest. Still, I wasn't about to cut any slack to the guy who got Mom killed.