Transmigrator Novels & Stories

On the 999th day of our relationship, Declan Fletcher took a photo of the half-empty cup of my coffee and posted it in the group chat, deducting 20 points from my score. There were only three people in the chat group—me, him, and my cousin Rachel Black. He circled the 28-dollar bill, his tone sounding like he was judging a thief who stole money. Declan: [Sonia Golding, I've said before, splitting the bills 50-50 doesn't mean you get to take advantage of me. If you really want to marry a regular guy, you'd better stop spending money like a gold digger. Declan was my boyfriend for three years. He was also the poor kid I thought was struggling with family debt, a seriously ill mother, and

To my surprise, Sylvia was also a transmigrator. Only, compared to Lydia, whose mind had been filled with scheming, chasing favors, and fighting other women for love, Sylvia simply wanted to become the finest member of her family and expand House Upton's mercantile reach. Only then did I understand. It turned out there were other transmigrators in this world too. Some lived for themselves, while others lived for other people. They had their own ideals and ambitions, as well as their own greed and desires. Sylvia said transmigrators were no different from the people here. They were merely ordinary

I gave the apocalypse one star. The author replied: "Prove it." Now I'm Vera, the wife who dies in chapter seventeen. I have two dollars, a cheating husband, and twelve days until the dead start walking. But I wrote the review, so I know every plot hole in this book. I also have a space where time stops and nothing ever spoils. Let's see how his book ends when the reader is the one holding the pen.

Far below, the valley was a green and gold blur, and at the very edge of the horizon, a thin dark thread was creeping across the land like a crack in a plate. The Dunmere River. Still black. "Rule one," I said. "Don't die." "Agreed." "Rule two." I took a deep breath. "Don't get attached." He tilted his head. "To what?" "To anything. Anyone. The plan, the shelter, the people." I tried to look at the horizon. "I'm going home, Pip. When this is over. When the Flood is done and the plot is finished, I'm going to wake up in a hospital bed in a city with coffee shops and bad Wi-Fi. That's the deal. That's the only deal I understand. So I can't get attached."

It was a reasonable concern, but keeping the overseer alive would give us an advantage we couldn't afford to lose. “He knows the inventory and where the weapons are being sent,” I said calmly. “I want those records intact. We’re taking control, not burning everything Cassian owns.” “And if the overseer refuses to cooperate?” Julian finally spoke. A faint knowing smile curved across my lips. “Then we give him a reason to reconsider. We move after midnight, but only after Marcus confirms the passage is clear.” “Understood.” The voices of Julian’s men echoed in unison as they nodded in agreement. Julian gave the final instructions, assigning teams and making sure everyone knew their role. His m

It resembled Seraphina’s handwriting, but I couldn’t be certain. “Can we get the original document?” “I’m trying. The company that handled the transfer has since been acquired, and some of its records are being held by a successor firm.” “How long will that take?” “I can’t promise a date.” I exhaled slowly. “Then let’s start with Daniel Whitmore. I want to know who he worked for, who paid him, and why he was involved in the transfer.” Miriam nodded and made a note. Before I could say anything else, her phone rang.

He told the butler to not disturb her and let her sleep. Jiang Longwei after getting off the plane directly went to the business meeting, after completing all the task of the day he only got to the hotel room at midnight. This was the first time after transmigrating he had spent so much time away from Lin Mei Zhen, he started to miss her the moment he had left the villa in the morning. But he controlled the urge to return back. Whenever he was together with her, he felt at ease, and no memory of his past life appear in his mind. She looked exactly similar to his little sister, and even the temperament was somewhat similar. It was not like he was finding a substitute for his sister in Lin Mei

Quickstep said to the system. Transmogrify target detected… duplicating… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, host. You can now transmogrify into a tree. Transmogrify: 5 Transmogrify target detected… duplicating… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, host. You can now transmogrify into a flower. Transmogrify: 6 "Why is there only one flower registered to transmogrify? I passed through three types of flowers already." Quickstep asked the system in confusion.

' "You are confined in bed for One year and half a month so****---" She lick her dry lips because of the sudden beats inside of her heart. "Congratulations Host! You are one of the Transmigratory in a novel chosen by the most amazing AL in the world! Which is the main system and my Father of course" 'Transmigratory? What? What the hell! So your telling me, while I'm confined in bed for One year and half a month. I need to play this fucking game! And my first mission in the game is to get killed by a fucking villain too!'

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,