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Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega

“I love you, Brys," Storm whispered. “Love?” I scoffed. “Do you even know what love is?” I raised a brow at him. “Of course, I do. I love you, Brys," he repeated as he leaned closer to kiss me. “I've had feelings for—” The words died on his lips. His eyes grew wide in shock as blood spluttered from his lips. “Wh... What did you just do?” His gaze went down to the knife I drove deep into his chest. “What's wrong, Storm?” I smirked. "Don't you love me anymore?" I mocked. Though it hurts me to do what I did, I had to do so, for my safety. If I don't kill him now, he won't hesitate to do the same to me, in the future... ***** Mega, a nerd who is obsessed with reading novels and comics, ended up reading a comic that sent his blood boiling. He cursed the omega in the book who was so pitiful that the Alpha used him only to kill him when he felt the omega was useless. Unfortunately, Mega had an accident on his way on an errand, and by a sheer stroke of luck, he found himself in the same trashy comic. And what was more? He discovered that he now resides in the body of the omega who was abused by the Alpha he admired. Now, he's determined to turn his fate even if it means going against the plot, and his stupid system. He was determined not to make the same mistake his former host had...

Unsolvable_Mystery · LGBT+
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The son of my enemy

STORM

What the hell is going on with me? Why am I behaving abnormally? Have I gone mad? Is this what people call insanity?

I stared down at the sleeping figure of the Amal prince, wondering what the hell he had done to me. This is so unlike me. I have never been with the same person twice, and not only that, but I allowed him to sleep on my bed.

However, that wasn't all. It's my urge to stretch my hand and touch his hair, to ruffle it a bit and watch him sigh when I run my hand through them.

There is this desire in me to cradle him to my bosom, and never let go. However, I didn't do that. Instead, I glared at him, imagining the look of horror that will be on his face when I kick him down from the bed.

I giggled at that, only to clamp my palm over my mouth at that strange sound that came from it. What the hell? Why do I sound so odd?

What's going on with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Have I somehow gotten webbed up in the magic of Amal?