I don't know who I am. I don't know why I'm trapped in this never ending cycle of rebirth. All I know is that I wake up inside the worlds of unfinished stories, with a mission to accomplish the author's wishes and stabilize the worlds now headed for destruction. I do my best, hoping, praying that maybe if I complete enough missions, I'll be able to remember my past and return to my home. It's just fixing stories, it should be simple enough. So can someone explain who this random villain is who keeps following me to each world?

Falling into the fiery hell she created must've been the perfect way for her to die. The other woman would then become the heroine that saved the town's people from the mad queen that burnt half of the population down and the duke would become the hero that protected the heroine. They would then be wed and have little children. They would live happily in the new world that they would create after vanquishing the evil queen. They would then lead the people unto a prosperous era of peace. Just... Where?... Where did I go wrong? When I am reborn, will you please give me a simple life?

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)

"Kill it." He ordered, his voice ice-cold and indifferent. Speechless, all I could do was stare. What was I meant to say? Hi, I'm your daughter, an adult female stuck in a child's body and I've been reincarnated into this world? His eyes were as red a blood, hair as dark as the ocean depths and had a voice that made a chill run down my spine. He was callous, psychotic and had a thirst for blood. My blood. Even worse. I was now his daughter.