Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination
Ali Avery was a successful young man adored by everyone. But things were not as they were shown to the life. Shunned and betrayed by his peers... He was hiding among happy facades. Everything changed for him on one fateful night when he awoke in a dangerous new world with a completely different body, and his guardian angel was also there to accompany him. A world where the impossible was possible while the imaginations were the reality of the dreamer. 'Am I a Goddess? I'm just a little different.' 'My imagination can become real magic, but isn't this energy point a bit too much?' Stranded in the new environment, new life, new strength, and new possibilities... How would he/she survive? --- Sequel: My Goddess is Good at Pretending
Woke up but Flanked
Like any other night, a comfortable sleep that was almost dreamless. She fell asleep only to feel asleep and suddenly woke up after a few hours had passed.
Elysia opened her eyes slowly. Her body felt a little heavy but not of something dense, preferably particularly something leaning towards spongy and soft.
Her vision was a little blurry for a moment, and for the umpteenth time, the first thing she saw were strands of golden hair on her face.
She didn't need to find out who owned the golden strands. She glanced briefly at the window curtains, estimating that it was about five in the morning.
The next moment, Elysia tried to get rid of some of the golden hairs on her face, but strangely, her hands were difficult to move. It wasn't like when she woke up in the morning during the last few days, where only one of her hands was caught, but this time, both of them were grabbed and fell as hostages.