Transmigration Novels & Stories

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.

She cleared out the rot within the company and took absolute control. Once everything was done, she arranged to meet me at a private club. “Sterling Corp is no longer Sterling Corp. It’s Zane Corp now.” She handed me a share transfer agreement. “This is thirty percent of the company. It belongs to Mr. Zane.” I did not take it. “Use these shares to set up a foundation. “Name it after Xavier. It’ll support children with musical talent from poor families.” She looked at me profoundly and nodded. “Alright. I’m leaving,” I said.

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.

Rule #1: Stay away from Vincent Alistair. One of the mistakes Hazel made was trying to create a dispute between Katherine and Vincent. Rule #2: Never make an enemy of Katherine. I still remember how Hazel died but I never got to see who the killer is. Whoever it was, I believe he is in this world. Rule #3: Never try to do anything to meddle in the story. Remain a side character and continue to enjoy life. *** When I transmigrated into my favourite novel as the fake heiress who had already lost her life, I had one clear mission: run far away from Vincent Alistair, stay clear of my sister, and live a life of pure luxury. I also had sixty days to change my fate and make sure I d

After transmigration into an apocalypse novel as its doomed villainess, Helena Graves decides to abandon the original storyline and prepare for the coming zombie apocalypse. Armed with her inheritance and a mysterious Sanctuary System that rewards her for disrupting the heroine's plans, she transforms an old country estate into a survival sanctuary. But when the dead rise and the original story begins to unravel, staying alive becomes only the beginning of her journey.

* 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!”

“So, in short, the novel hasn't changed?” [Correct.] Eliana rubbed her forehead. “Wonderful. So I transmigrated into a novel, got the worst Talent in existence, and now I can't even trust the plot!” [Host should focus on leveling up. Higher ranks will improve your chances of survival and allow the System to provide additional assistance.] “Level up, level up, level up! Is that the only thing you know how to say? Why can't you give me a mansion, a private army, and a button that makes every monster disappear?”