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!

'Rise!' A booming voice echoed in the etcher's ears, blocking all of his senses for a brief moment.

The horse, whose head was lowered to face the ground, stiffened at the sound of this voice but he did his best to appear calm.

After all, the majestic voice that had just resounded in his head was akin to several thunderous clouds on a stormy night, capable of startling anyone who heard it.

However, Demon was certain that he was the only one privileged to hear this voice, as the sky above him was clear and there was not a single dark cloud in sight.

'Greetings, Lord!' The etcher spoke after regaining his senses as he raised his head, obediently following the instructions given to him earlier.

As he looked up, his crimson eyes were directed straight ahead as he gazed into the distance, toward a certain tree located on the St. Claire family's estate.

An Annoyed Visitor