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Author Of Worlds: Reincarnated Into My Novel As A Random Character

[Congratulations. You have read 10,000 webnovels. You have unlocked the X-Level Skill: Author of Worlds.] Matthew was dying. Diagnosed with terminal cancer and abandoned by those he once called friends, all he had left were the stories he escaped into. When he finally finished reading a masterpiece by the infamous Carefree Dreamer, a strange notification appeared before his eyes. [Congratulations. You’ve unlocked the X-Level Skill: Author of Worlds.] [With this skill, you may transmigrate into a novel of your creation… as a random character.] [Warning: This skill violates the Eternal Dao. Unpredictable plot deviations and chaos may occur.] Matthew scoffed at first… He was going to die anyway. Until he saw one final line: [Note: Certain items from your novel can be brought back to the real world.] A second chance at life… Albeit a sliver of hope. He decided to write a novel that could help him get a cure for his sickness, but fate had other plans. [Oh? It seems you have a completed novel. Initiating transmigration process...] Thrown into his own nightmare, Matthew awakens in the very world he created… but not as a hero, villain, or sage. No. He’s stuck in the body of a random character he didn't create… and with a trash ability he didn't create as well With death closing in and chaos warping his carefully written plotlines, Matthew must outwit his own creation, survive the five Origin Paths, and rewrite his fate. After all, who knows a story better than its author? Right?
Carefree_Dreamer · 3.1K Views

His Favorite Poison: till death make us worse

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags
Black_3812 · 3.8K Views

His favorite storm

“A woman chasing freedom. A man hiding pain. When fate binds them, love becomes the most dangerous game.” --- She ran from a golden cage. He ruled a kingdom built on shadows. One race. One spark. Everything changed. Ava Sinclair was born into power - but never wanted it. Raised in a world of cold smiles and gleaming emptiness, she longed not for diamonds, but for love - the kind her father had for her mother. To escape the suffocating luxury and hollow expectations of her elite life, Ava makes a secret bet with her brother: one year to live like a normal woman, no wealth, no title - just raw, unfiltered freedom. But love, it seems, was never meant for someone like her. Betrayed for not being "rich enough," she buries her heart beneath work, petals, and solitude… until one night at a street race, fate throws her into the path of a man more dangerous than any heartbreak. Dominic Vale is a billionaire whispered about with awe and fear. Calculated, cold, and commanding, he lives in the shadows of a tragic past and a silent war for answers about his brother’s disappearance. But the woman he meets that night? She doesn’t cower. She challenges. She stirs emotions he thought he had buried forever. A series of magnetic encounters turns into a game of tension, vulnerability, and passion. But just when things begin to burn, Ava vanishes without a word, leaving Dominic torn between fury and longing. A year later, fate plays its final card. Bound by an arranged marriage she didn’t agree to, Ava chooses to follow her parents’ wish but refuses to even look at the man’s photo. She doesn’t want to know until they meet. And when the day comes, she walks into the room... Only to see the man she once ran from __sitting across from her, composed and smirking. He leans forward across the table, his voice like silk over fire. "You shouldn't have run away." --- "page cover isn't mine guys"
_sttar04 · 23.1K Views

Survival Of A Background Character

So, you think you've got life all figured out? Well, imagine waking up in the body of a third-rate villain from a novel you once scoffed at. That's exactly what happens to your not-so-average high school student turned reluctant anti-hero. Picture this: transmigrate into the body of a suspended student from school, banished from his noble family, and now trapped in a world where magic reigns supreme and destiny calls the shots. Oh, and did I mention he's got a one-way ticket back to reality? All he has to do is complete a series of tasks to fix the messed-up storyline. Easy, right? Hell no!! But hold on a second. This ain't your typical hero's journey. Chris isn't exactly the noble, tragic figure you'd expect. Nope, he's more of a sarcastic, self-aware protagonist who's not afraid to ask the real questions. Like, why bother with destiny when you can't even get your morning coffee right? Or how about facing your past mistakes when you can just blame it on the plot? And don't even get me started on trying to outsmart fate itself. As Chris stumbles through this twisted tale of magic and mayhem, he's forced to confront his own shortcomings, forge unlikely alliances, and maybe—just maybe—find a way back to the life he left behind. But with every sarcastic quip and sardonic remark, he's also asking you, the reader, to join him on this wild ride. So, buckle up, because in a world where reality is just a plot twist away, Chris Harrison is about to rewrite the rules and show destiny who's really in charge.
wondering_boson_04 · 216.1K Views
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