Transmigration Novels & Stories

First collection coming soon. It was petty and I knew it the second I pressed post. My phone buzzed again an hour later and I just knew it had to be Natalie, again. “Vivian, what are you doing?” She asked without even saying hello. “Working..” “You posted Adrian,” she blurted out. “I posted my work and Adrian happens to be in it, any issue??” I replied coldly. “Vivian??” “What?” I voiced out…..”Alexander is on front page of a mass magazine with Catherine and I am not allowed to post a work photo??”

It was a common factor that no matter how discreetly or perfectly a transmigrator adjusts a world that there would always be negative circumstances, mostly due to the world’s resistance against them. A transmigrator in a world no matter how harmless was like a bacteria wandering around the body coated like a body cell of some sort, even if the transmigrator tried their best to reduce any negative activities, just the fact that they were not meant to be in the world was a dire thing to the world and eventually wounds the world, just like how the bacteria would end up harming the body anyways. Now, according to how limited the damage caused by the Transmigrator was, Grades were calculated.

Chinyere looked at baby Solomon as she spoke, "Why doesn't Mr. Oko allow us to speak our local languages?" "His wife greatly believed in never forgetting one's culture," Tina answered. "When he and his wife left the village with their children and came to the city, she made sure that they never forgot their cultural background by forcing them to eat traditional foods and speaking to them in their local language regularly. After her death, he made sure that no one ever spoke a local language in this house and traditional foods are only eaten on special occasions." Chinyere asked, "How do you know about this?"

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

I did not allow the mercenaries to kill Moon. I just had her limbs crippled and sent her to the same mental hospital. She was Ryan’s neighbor there. I bribed the doctors and nurses. Moon and Ryan would spend their days there and experience the same “treatments” Xavier had endured. They would live in endless torment. That was the punishment they deserved! Under Lydia’s control, Sterling Corp gradually stabilized. She acted ruthlessly. She cleared out the rot within the company and took absolute control.

Besides amusement, I felt nothing else. According to our local law, refunds over 450, and without returning the purchased items, were enough to be classified as a scam. A crime. I could not wait to see the look on Queenie's face when she found out she had a refund history of 4.5 million.

Just how am I going to do this? “What have you done?” I said to myself before moving my head back to rest against the seat. I glanced at the tall building of his company and truly, I was mesmerised. The author actually did a lot of world-building. This is just like another version of the same America I live in. “Okay. Let's get home first, Hazel, then we can find a way to plan this.” I said and started the car engine.

When I was satisfied, I turned it off. “System,” I called. A blue rectangular hologram appeared before me If this thing was real, then there had to be more to it than property upgrades and a few strange notifications. I needed to know more about what was coming. My finger moved through the translucent screen until I found a section labelled [Basic survival guidelines] I tapped it. A little information about the zombies popped up. [Infected Information: The infected are attracted to sound and movement. Avoid unnecessary noise, especially during the early stages of the outbreak.]

* Wren did not sleep that night. She lay on the narrow bed above the bakery and listened to the sea. The waves came in and went out, came in and went out, slow and steady, like the breathing of something very big. Her mind would not stop moving. *Voss is in town. He's coming back tomorrow morning. He's asking questions. And sooner or later, someone will give him an answer.* She could run. But Nora was right. Running from town to town on cheap buses, with no plan and no home, was no way to keep a baby safe. And every time she ran, she left more people behind who had seen her face.

“You were found screaming in the middle of the road last night and now you’re telling me that I’m a fictional character.” “Because you are!” i pointed toward her. “You have to help me! Look I’m not built for this! I have a vacation to enjoy. I worked so hard for this vacation and now instead of me to be on a yacht on the clear blue waters in Satorini. I am here, in an apocalyptic world.” I continued crying. Her lips parted slightly. “You’re saying…” She hesitated. “That you transmigrated into a book?” I threw my hands up. “Yes!”