Last thing Talia remembers is being shoved from behind into oncoming traffic, resulting in a very bloody scene with a semi truck. "...scanning...no ties to this world...host wavelength compatible...request for permission to bind overridden..." 'Binding completion...10%...20%...38%...46%...62%...81%...93%...100%" Talia: "What the he-" System: "Hello host, welcome to the FateMaker department of Transmigration! From now on, I'll be your system and guide to other worlds. Ready for a briefing?" Talia: "No?" System: "Alrighty then, briefing commencing😁" Talia: "..." .................................... The purpose of the fatemaker department: to find love and happiness for some, fulfill wishes for others, and change the bad fate of those who don't deserve them. Any pictures used in this story are not mine and are gotten from Google. *Not bl, gl PS: this is one of my first works so please don't judge too harshly If there's any spelling, punctuation, or grammatical errors, please tell me Thx😁

#1 in Lycantrophe #4 Supernatural "Please don't go," I pleaded, grabbing his wrist as he was about to leave again. "Stay. Atleast for tonight." He tilted his face to look at me, his facial features hidden by the darkness again. He comes back every night but it's been a month and he has never allowed me to see his face. It's better this way, he says. The lights needs to be turned off everytime he is here, or else, he won't come. "We've had this talk before, Fleur." He said, his silky voice was enough to make shivers run down my spine. "I have to go." "Why? Why do you have to go?" I asked, my voice loud with anger and determination. Today I felt brave enough to ask this. Up until now his presence was enough for me. But not today, not anymore. I needed more. I craved more. "I can't tell you." He replied. "I should leave now before someone sees me." "Do you love someone else?" I asked, holding my heart in my hands in front of him, which he could break it with a flick of his tongue. "Is there someone else in your life? Someone you love more than me?" My voice cracked as tears filled in my eyes. "I am your mate. Then why do I feel like a mistress? Why do we have to meet in secrecy? Why can't I even see your face? Why do you have to lurk in darkness to meet me? Why can't you just-" No more words came out as my throat felt too chocked by the upcoming tears. I weeped, closing my eyes as tears fell down on my cheeks. His breath was all I could hear for a few seconds. And they were the only signs of reassurance that he was still there. Soon warmth spread around my entire body as a palm came to rest on my cheek, wiping my tears away. Instinctly, I leaned into the warmth, and rejoiced. But the warmth left soon and so did he when I opened my eyes. He left. He left without saying that he loves, without saying that I'm his only one. He just left. Again. -Updates on every Saturday/Sunday-

In her past life, she made the most horrible decisions ever that lead her to her death. But, god has grace and gave her a second chance by letting her occupy the body of a comatose young lady. But wait! She's already married? And her husband who was as cold as ice before became overly doting after she woke up?