ObsidianOrbs

What do you think would happen when a mean and cranky bitch was suddenly thrown into a new world with no fault of her own? At least that is what she chose to believe.


A new world where she would be dubbed as a “Villainess".


The hardest to impress and scariest judge on the national talent search show, ‘The Dreamer’ had now transmigrated to an old historical world. 


One with no internet, no cell phone and worst of all no women's rights! 


A strong-willed woman who had an opinion about everything was now stuck in a land where her thoughts did not matter.


Not only did she have to live her new life, adapting and mending her ways to survive in this world but also she had to do it in the body of a mere child?


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"You think that by dropping me in this backward ass world, I'm going to approve of your work?" A young Yvonne yelled as she stared at the bright morning sky.


"Dream on!" She flipped her middle finger and walked away with her head held high.


The God watching her from high up in the sky almost puked blood when he saw her disrespectful actions.


'Looks like my punishment wasn't enough!' He growled causing the clouds to darken and thunder to rumble in the skies.


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Years later,


"Just be a good girl and follow everything he says. You will belong to him after all." Said the woman who sat by her side, gently caressing her hands. 


'What did this lady just say? Hmph... Yvonne St. Claire belongs to no one!' 


Though her thoughts were rebellious, she still submissively nodded her head in agreement. 


'Let's see who will belong to whom!' Yvonne lowered her head to hide the sparks of fury in her eyes.



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Come, witness Yvonne’s journey as she strives hard to dodge the obstacles that stand in her way of leading a normal and peaceful life.


But will she be able to succeed when the heavens, particularly a certain God has different plans for her?

Thrown Into A New World: 
Let The Punishment Begin!

Yvonne's hand held the end of the sheets that concealed the cowering figure and tugged on it to see who was under it.

Her curiosity was now laced with a hint of cautious apprehension.

She knew that this was a dream but she could not help but feel this way.

Tugging the sheets harder, she saw something, something move.

The room was dark as the lightning and thunder had died down after she had held onto the sheets.

Therefore, she could not make out what or who she was seeing in this darkness.

Continuing to pull the sheets, she yanked it off of the person laying there, and thankfully, the bright strike of lightning hit the ground right at that moment.

The room was enlightened with a blinding light, forcing her to close her eyes at this abrupt transition.

When she felt the light dying down, she slowly opened her eyes as this was her chance to see who it was.

Perfectly Fine