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I love clichés so much once I transmigrated I was in one myself

A young woman named Claire Smith, crosses the street with her heart broken, unknowingly that a truck comes in her direction, where the driver is over the speed limit and fails to notice her. Claire finds herself transmigrated into the cliché world of Regency romance. Amidst lavish balls, aristocratic scandals, and intricate manners, she assumes the identity of Rahua Stronghold. " In this fictional world, where magic and mythical creatures existed, I found myself as an ordinary human surrounded by extraordinary beings. The story I had been reading was called "The Chronicles of Arrentela," a tale of adventure, romance, and the battle between good and evil. And me ?? I was nothing but a background Character! But little did I know, being one of those background characters was about to change my life in ways I never imagined." Claire now Rahua, finds herself caught in a web of political intrigue, passionate encounters, and dangerous secrets. Along the way, she encounters an array of captivating characters, including the dashing yet enigmatic Damion a young man concealing secrets of his own. As their hearts entwine, they must face countless trials, testing the limits of their love and the possibilities of clichés filled encounters. Knowing how the story ends, will it be enough for Rahua to change the tragic ending that awaits her and everyone around her??

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Chapter 18 - Jelousy!!

Saya POV

Since I was little, I always felt bad, for being envious of my Big sister.

I yearned to be like her, to embody that same kindness that seemed to radiate from every pore of her being. I watched as Rahua treated everyone, even our troublesome aunt, with compassion. Me, on the other hand, struggled with my own inner turmoil, feeling far from the virtuous person I longed to become.

She always had kind words to give, even in moments when the words were failing me.

I was never that kind but wanted to be from, the bottom of my heart.

She was very lively and didn't take people harsh words to heart.

I even though I tried hard, by trying to demand of myself to be like her, even some people would praise me for being kind, I knew I really wasn't.

After the incident, the once gentle demeanor had transformed into something I couldn't recognize. Gone was the perfect Big sister I had envied, and in her place stood someone different, someone imperfect.

At first, I couldn't help but feel a hint of relief.

But as I spent more time with her, I realized that the person my big sister had become was even more amazing than before. Despite her quirks and unusual ideas, Big sister exuded a newfound zest for life.

She laughed louder, cried freely, and embraced every moment with unyielding enthusiasm, and strangeness.

First I became curious, then before I knew it I was admiring her.

My Jelousy slowly turned into genuine admiration. I no longer wanted to be like my big sister in the same way I once did. Instead, I longed to be myself, to embrace my own imperfections just like she did.

She does say strange things from time to time, and has some outrageous ideias, I find myseld loving her with all my heart without feeling guilty.

I did love her before, it is different now I'm not jealous anymore, I am just happy to be her sister, someone I look up and expire to be.