Transmigration: Need To Change The Script

Transmigration: Need To Change The Script

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An edited story. The story will be on Dreame soon. I hope you'll support me there. _____________ Description She was nothing but a puppet to her parents. She lives just to take their orders of pleasing the clients through killings to gain more profit. She pretends not to have an emotions. She continues on pretending. She hides them not letting other people see her genuine emotions or they might take advantage of her. She saw him, Andrei, who is a criminal chasing person, a public servant. He chases her not to bring her to the jail but to kill her. In whole 2 years of him chasing her and observing her, he never saw her true emotions. All he wanted was to see her true emotions without hesitating, but he knows he can see that if he kill her and for her to be released from her parents string. He is not from her world, he is an extra entity who wants to see her and who loves her. _______________________ Credits to the owner of the story cover 》》 Sorry guys for another description. I can't remember the previous. All I've ever done is free up some space in my storage but I never thought it'll delete my story 😢😢.. Anyways guys have a blessed day and Keep safe.
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

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