Wattpad said "NOPE", no more new chapters in my first book. 😂 Apparently, it's too long already, so I had to create a new book to continue Ceres's story. Hahaha! So yes, this is the continuation! 🎉 📌 To all new readers: You really, really need to read the first book before this one, otherwise, nothing here will make sense. Like, at all. 😂 #CeresChroniclesContinue #TooLongForWatty #ReadBookOneFirst #TrustTheProcess

I used to save lives. Now, apparently, I ruin them. In the 21st century, I was Dr. Viera Kalin - a top-tier surgeon known for her precision, caffeine addiction, and complete inability to maintain a social life. My only escape from endless night shifts? Reading "The Saint's Blessing" - a fantasy manga about a kind-hearted heroine, her divine healing powers, and her cold but loyal war hero fiancé. Then one night, I fell asleep mid-chapter... and woke up inside the story. As Lady Viera Kallistrate - the villainess. The jealous noblewoman doomed to lose her title, her love, and her head for obsessing over the male lead, General Ronan Valeis. Well, not this time. I might have her name and her face, but I'm rewriting her fate. Step 1: Cancel the engagement before the plot begins. Step 2: Keep my divine healing powers very secret. Step 3: Avoid the dangerously attractive general like he's a medical hazard. Simple, right? Except Ronan's returned early from war - bloodstained, breathtaking, and very confused by my sudden change of heart. Instead of relief, his reaction is... curiosity. Now he's following me around like a lovesick knight, showing up to my clinic with "injuries" that definitely don't require treatment, and saying things like- "If you truly wish to end this engagement, my lady... why does it hurt to let you go?" I was supposed to survive quietly. But when the villainess refuses to play her part... the story itself might just fall in love with her.

STATUS: COMPLETED AUTHOR: Cheng Yu 城玉 NOTICE: This novel is a machine-translated (MTL) work that has been lightly edited for readability. It is not a professional translation. As a result, the text may contain grammatical errors, awkward phrasing and many errors. Ji Yuebai, the junior master from Tian Yuan Sect, who was always at odds with the demonic path, caused quite a stir in the sect when she returned from her training with a snake demon in tow. Many people in the sect thought Ji Yuebai had lost her mind. Even more self-proclaimed warriors of justice, under the banner of demon-slaying and protecting the Dao, demanded the death of the little green snake, branding it a vile creature of evil. That is, until Ji Yuebai stood on the Life and Death stage, shaking the fresh red blood from her sword, and said coldly: "Is there anyone else who objects? Let them speak on the stage of life and death." From that moment on, no one in the sect dared to bring up this matter again. ... The little green snake followed Ji Yuebai in her daily cultivation. When Ji Yuebai got up, it did too; when Ji Yuebai rested, it would curl up into a ball in her arms and rest with her. The unrivaled swordmaster of Tian Yuan Sect, Ji Yuebai, finally had a companion. Many noticed that the Shishu, who used to have a stern face every day, now had much softer corners to her lips. Until one day, Ji Yuebai woke up to a gentle, silky touch. She looked down to see an exquisitely beautiful woman with green snake skin softly curled up in her arms, her wrist resting on her waist in an almost boneless manner, and her voice was utterly captivating: "Yuebai, I've transformed~" It was then that the always single-minded Ji Yuebai understood the true meaning of the term "demon."

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

I woke up as the villainess destined to be ruined. The cold prince? Not interested. The perfect heroine? Not my problem. The family that will abandon me? Already irrelevant. This story expects me to beg, fight, and fall. Too bad I have better plans. While everyone chases love and drama, I'll build power. While they watch for my downfall, I'll prepare my escape. And when they finally realize I've changed- I'll already be gone. I won't die as your villainess.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne. I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after. I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way. My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death. Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear. Or so I thought. "Careful, Your Highness." On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before. I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet

Picture this: I suddenly find myself in a medieval fantasy world, like the ones I used to gobble up in books. But here's the comical conundrum: I've got no clue which exact story realm I've landed in. Well, you see, I have a habit of ditching books faster than a rabbit on roller skates if they don't captivate me. So now, I'm stuck navigating this new world armed with nothing but recycled plotlines, overused clichés, and predictable story arcs. It's like I'm playing a game with rules as simple as connecting the dots, but with my luck, it'll probably end up being more like connecting the dots during an earthquake! Who knows what kind of hilariously bizarre situations I'll find myself in? Original Story.

ORIGINAL STORY!!!! She transmigrated into a novel, destined to die in the hands of her best friend, unable to yield to destiny she rewritten hers. She set a goal of returning back to her world, yet she slowly get too entangled into the novel and is unable to leave behind everyone that loves her. "I'm not from this world..." she said softly to him as she rubbed her bulging tummy. "What is this world? And what is your world?" He asked as he tightens his hug on her, afraid she'll disappear. "Reality and fictional. What destiny? Its all written" she replied bitterly. 'A novel?' He thought. "What!? Whats going on?!" She shrieked as she looked at her almost transparent hands. Her body slowly turn completely transparent, and vanishes into thin air. "I'll find you, wait for me!" He tightly clenched his hands as he looked at the now empty bed. First published: 21 July 2018 Completed: 16 November 2018 Highest Rankings: #3 in Novels :p #1 in Love #1 in Historical #1 in Historical Fiction #1 in General /Book 1 is completed/

UPDATES: THRICE a Month Approximately 20 years ago, these monsters called "Errors" suddenly appeared and wreak havoc on humanity. Then a prophecy was made. A Hero will defeat them and bring peace and prosperity back to their land. And so after 15 years the first Hero Candidates has been selected. Clarissa always had a crush on Alaster. Her childhood friend. He was everything for her. Even after he became one of the Hero Candidates, she also followed him as one of his Party members. But after finding Alaster dead besides his lover on their way for their Subjugation Mission. A system notification rang through her ears asking for an exchange to bring Alaster back alive. When she finally snapped back, she found herself repeating the same scenario 5 years ago. But this time will she finally be able to save Alaster? Will they finally find peace? Even if that means she's constantly losing a part of herself?

[COMPLETE] I died from overwork and woke up as the empire's most spoiled villainess-Lady Seraphina Valeria. In the novel, she was executed for trying to poison the saintly heroine. I have no plans of dying again, thank you very much. My new plan? Avoid the heroine, outsmart the prince, and strike a deal with the mysterious black-market mage everyone fears. Unfortunately, the story doesn't like being rewritten-and the "villainess" everyone hates might just become its biggest glitch. If fate wants me dead again, it'll have to try harder.