ShinSungmi

"You are really cute when you act impulsively."

"You mentioned to me on how being loved by you is harmful, but what if I want to get harmed really badly? Please love me, Moon Jiwoo."

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When the villainous Moon Jiwoo had a foolish death, she was provided with a second chance to live in the body of Shin Daerin. However, there was a catch to it. She was required to protect Oh Sookyung— the current prince to the Underworld.


From the very beginning, Jiwoo's personality did not go along with Sookyung's. She hated how the man always made fun of her and brought trouble to her. Many times, she even wanted to strangle him. He was insufferable!

However, after many clashes between both of them, she found him to be more bearable than before and started to think of him as someone pleasant. She took him to be a little brother of hers.

But what if he did not have same feelings as she had towards him?

What if he wanted to pursue after her?

Will love bloom between two who were not meant to be together?

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FOR THE ROMANCE PART, IT IS ADVISABLE TO SKIP TO SECOND VOLUME. MORE INFORMATION ON THE AUXILIARY CHAPTER 'READ BEFORE STARTING', SO PLEASE READ THAT! THANKS! 

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Transmigration: The Narcissistic Cinderella

Having her back being thrown against the wall or being treated this roughly did not please Moon Jiwoo. Irritated by Oh Sookyung's actions, she raised her head to glare the man standing before her.

Gripping on to her wrist tightly, he pinned it to the wall and cornered her. Regardless of how hard she struggled, she was unable to remove her hand from his grip. Creases formed between both of her eyebrows while she became confuses on when the male before her got that strong.

"What are you trying to do? I know that you're angry because of the way I treated you, but look, there is a reason behind it. You—"

Before Moon Jiwoo was able to continue further, a gasp escaped from her lips due to Sookyung's next actions. Bringing her hand over to his mouth, he parted his lips.

His fangs were clearly visible as they extended forward, and as the tip of his fangs came in contact with her wrist, a chill passed through her back.

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