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After Death She Got Transmigrated!!

“what? She killed her own son?” Whispers like those filled the air, everywhere she walked. “Gosh, what a monster!” All sound suddenly stopped the moment she went into the church, getting on her knees, and closing both hands that shook out of fear, starvation and a bit of something else together. “father… please forgive me.” Her eyes closed, and she pressed her head onto the ground. The wonderful statue that stood Almighty above her shined always. “I beg for your forgiveness dear father.” She said again but this time in a Shaky voice, tears nearly now rolling out her eyes. The door opened and a tall handsome man walked in. That man was her husband, and he looked at her with disgust. “Dakota…” she turned while still being on her knees, her hand reaching for his legs, but then, he moved back. Avoiding her completely. “now you come here for forgiveness?” he nearly scoffed Her eyes widened. Her husband too? She chuckled, tears pricking the side of her eyes. Her beautiful blond hair had became messy, and her complexion turned pale, her finger nails looked like they needed serious manicure. “it… it wasn’t my fault… it wasn’t.” She sobbed, but instead of him comforting her, he only turned his back. She looked up and the door slammed hard, silence staying still with her. “Dakota?” in a weak pleading voice, she called, and after no response, clenched her fists. Why did she have to get punished for what wasn’t even her fault? She sobbed once again, this time, uncontrollably. Her eyes now swelling with tears, and her hands trying to brush them away. It kept on coming. “what have I done for everyone to point hatred to me? Huh?!…”veronica looked down at the knife they usually used for slicing the bread, it seemed they had forgotten it this time. she took the knife, hesitant at first, but after getting deeper into realization that no one was coming to stop her, pressed it against her neck. “everyone has turned their backs on me when I needed them… so,” a smile tainted her lips. “I atone for all, my sins.” Splash!
popply · 9.3K Views

We got Married

"the mansion is heavily guarded you won’t succeed ” Primo told me as we lay on the bed together. Little Jay is on the cot sleeping and dreaming of his own wonderland. I ignored what Primo just said and went to the drawer for my mask and a small relaxer container. Dropping the mask on the bed I opened the relaxer container which contains a white substance. “ Well Primo you may have taught me how to be heartless because you are my cousin but there’s something I know more better than you ” “ and that is? ” he ask very curious to know what is inside the container. “ how and ways to kill ” I replied and I covered the container sitting down on the bed again. “ Bolanle but you’ve never killed before ” he said with a sigh but I just smile as I wear my boots and grab my mask again. “ hey you should have seen Favour’s face when I stabbed her neck with that bottle I mean it was so lovely ” I said with a cute smile before turning to see his expression which I loved actually. “ are we keeping secrets now? ” he managed to say getting out of his shock. “ you never asked ” I replied fixing my mask perfectly and I hear him just chuckle behind me just proud of his little sister. “ if I may ask what is inside that container? ” finally he did “ well a special type of weapon I got from a friend ” I answered pulling my makeup box. I did the make up perfectly and I brush the wig and glue it to it’s place I turned and cousin can’t seem to recognize me. “ Bolanle I think you should be careful.. you know the.. ” “ I know Primo but not even my mother will recognize me tonight and nothing can stop me ” I opened the container again and rub the substance on my thumb really well. I must get my revenge tonight or never. “ but don’t you think you should take it easy you know the….” before he could complete his statement I’m already out like a flash. * 3hours later * The room is dark except for the light that flickers on and off, the body on the floor stirs as it struggle with the rope and here I come in my real appearance like the devil ? itself. A long flowing gown looks so elegant on me with my long fixed weave that reach my back. He struggles a little more and I remove the gag “ who are you? And why are you doing this to me? ” he cried and that makes me laugh I cut the rope and he just lay like that unable to move again. “ don’t worry you are paralyzed from the waist down you won’t be able to move for some moments ” I said lighting a cigarette. “ Bolanle? ” he said with fear in his voice finally recognizing the devil in front of him smiling and using a knife to draw out some pattern on his face without cutting him. “ don’t worry Kanmi I just wanna play you know the kind of game you’ve been playing ever since we got married ” I said stopping the knife on his neck and cutting him slightly. I lick the blood and from the corner of my eye I can see the horror on his face. “ come to think of it Kanmi today is our tenth wedding anniversary won’t we celebrate? ” I said cutting deeper. To be continued….
CH1SOM · 2.6K Views

That Time I Got Reincarnated With Gacha System In Mahabharata

(This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Mahabharat.) Hindu x Greek x Norse (Mythologies Included) ******************* My name is Aditya. I am a seventeen-year-old who used to live in Kurukshetra, Haryana, and, of course, an orphan. Life was ordinary until a tragic accident took me away from the modern world—only to be reborn in a time I had only read about in history books: the Mahabharata era. As for how I got to this conclusion? Well, the answer to that question lies with the man-god sitting far away from me with a mischievous smile on his handsome face—Lord Krishna. It seems my memories awakened at a significant moment: the Swayamvara of Draupadi. Standing amidst an assembly of kings and warriors, I watch as Karna is insulted and humiliated for his lower caste. The tension in the air was palpable, and I realized that I was witnessing one of the most pivotal events in the Mahabharata. My heart raced with both excitement and dread. But as I tried to process this, something even stranger happened—a voice echoed in my mind. [Welcome, User! You have activated the Gacha System.] What on earth? Or rather, what in the Mahabharata? Before I could even fully comprehend the situation, I felt a strange pull within me, like an invisible force connecting me to something far greater. The system interface appeared in front of my eyes, listing various abilities, weapons, and companions—all locked behind a gacha mechanism. Apparently, I had been reincarnated not just as a mere observer but with a cheat ability straight out of a video game. The Gacha System allowed me to draw random skills, weapons, or even templates from the grand pool of every mythological lore. But there was a catch: each draw required "Fate Points," and earning those points meant altering the events of this world. As I stood there, watching the unfolding drama with Karna, I realized that I was no longer just a bystander. I had the power to change history, for better or worse. But meddling with destiny in such a grand tale came with unimaginable consequences. What if I anger the gods? What if I change the fate of heroes like Arjuna, Karna, or Bhishma? The weight of it all hit me like a thunderbolt. Still, one thing was certain—I couldn't let things play out the way they did in the original story, not if I had the power to make things right. With the Gacha System at my side, I had the chance to rewrite the Mahabharata itself. But I needed to be cautious. Lord Krishna’s knowing gaze seemed to pierce through me as if he already knew about my unique circumstances. Was he testing me? Guiding me? Or simply waiting to see how my actions would shape the future? Then let's start with this event itself. ********************** Disclaimer: Remember, this is a fanfiction about Mahabharata. Not "Original" Mahabharata. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, So I kindly request you not read further this.
Suryaputra_Karna01 · 316.7K Views

I Got Reincarnated as a Gluttonous King with a System

I was nobody—a faceless drone, slaving away at a meaningless job in the modern world. But fate—or perhaps something far more sinister—had other plans. One moment, I was staring at the rain-slick asphalt of a street I'd never cross. The next, I woke up in a world torn straight from fantasy, staring down at hands that weren't my own. I was not only in another world; I was inside the body of King Alaric Varelius—dead, bloodied, and betrayed. In a next few moments, chaos engulfed me. Assassins came attacking me, and before I even get to scream, a voice in my head whispered to me: Skill Activated: Gluttony. When I woke up, I was covered in their blood, their strength flowing through my veins, and a glowing status window hovered before my eyes. It said one thing: in this world, power isn't earned—it's taken. But death is far from being the end for me. Each time I die, I revert to the same damned moment of rebirth—becoming the dead king once again. Wielding the skill Gluttony and replete with experience garnered through multiple lives, I vow to cut out my path towards survival. The kingdom I now rule teeters on the brink of collapse, plagued by treacherous nobles, ancient grudges between races, and whispers of a Demon King's impending invasion. It's clear what I'm here to do: unify the races, strengthen the kingdom, and uncover the mystery of why King Alaric—and now I—was marked for death. Every death teaches me something new. Each enemy I slay adds their strength along with their memories into mine. But the stronger it gets, the less one can control and harness it. More so, with each successive life taken, the hunger gains momentum. Can an ordinary nobody like me, a man, really be the king this broken world needs? Or will I lose myself to the darkness within before the final battle even begins? One thing’s for certain: I’ll die trying. Again. And again.
Conspirator · 17K Views
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