Obliviousstudent

"If anything he doesn't love me as much as he loved you, I have seen Asher in love. He becomes the softest and gentlest person to the one he loves, but he isn't like that with me. he thinks he loves me but he doesn't-"

"That is because he wants to be loved in return" Sabine stated.

Isabelle looked at the other woman, "what do you mean?

"That look in his eyes when he stares at you? He loves you so much that he is scared of getting hurt, he is afraid that you would not love him back the way he loves you. If there is something I have noticed with Asher is that he sacrifices himself for me, he did the same thing for Giselle too, but with you, he just wants to be loved back."

"And that is supposed to be better? He worshipped you two and for me?"

"He didn't worship us, Isabelle, on the contrary, you are the one being worshipped. There is nothing more beautiful in this world than to love and be loved. He did not need us to love him back, he did not require our love but he pines for yours. You can see vividly how he searches and does everything he can to receive even a sliver of your affection. You have more power over his sanity, peace of mind, and happiness than Giselle and I combined wished to have. Isabelle, you have it all, every single part of Asher's heart and soul, and as hard as this is to say, you have to stop breaking it."

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This is a love story, a story of fate and fiction, where lifetimes come to play. Do you believe in soulmates? What if you have to endure three lifetimes to end up with your soulmate?


Isabelle has suffered heartbreak her past two lifetimes, even though she only remembers one lifetime. Her fate was so twisted she ended up the victim of an ambitious author. When her world is turned into a novel she does not end up as the main lead, hence she does not end up with the male lead, what is worse is that she becomes a cannon fodder that ends up dying tragically. 

She reincarnates when a transmigrator possesses the body of the novel's second female Lead, Sabine. With another chance she falls in love with the male lead, her fiance once again. But just like in her first life he doesn't even notice her as more than a nuisance, in fact, in this life she dies by his hand.

Now she has reincarnated for the third time, and she remembers her past life, she knows her life is fiction and made for mere entertainment but she cannot accept such a tragic fate again. In the first life, the male lead ended up with her cousin the female lead, Giselle. In her second life, he was in love with the second lead, Sabine. All this when she had the most claim to him as his fiancee' but he manages to break her each time. In this life, she is not going to make the same mistake. Each time she loves him she dies, but not this time.

But what happens when he finally wants her? What happens when he remembers his past lives and confesses that she is the one he has wanted all along?

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Make no mistake, this is not your normal storyline. The first volume is written in the first person and the main villain is not introduced till volume two. It is a SLOWBURN romance and the story picks up in volume two. But this author promises it is not a read you will regret.

It is different but worth it, a deep storyline with flawed characters who make real mistakes and have real stakes and pressure on them. 

Stay for the journey and you will never regret reading this at the end, in fact, you won't be able to forget it. A lot of life lessons, but you must be patient through the ride.

If superficial and shallow plotlines are what you want then this read isn't for you, but if you are tired of the same old thing then try these. Same concept but with an incredible twist. This author hopes you see this book for what it is. A lesson.

What the heart wants:Reincarnator meets transmigrator

When I opened my eyes, it did not take me long to figure out I was not in my room, not on my bed. But that did not mean I was not still confused. This room was bigger than Mine was and it had calmer and more sophisticated tones than mine did. The sheets felt like heaven, and they were all white, not a color I would ever choose for my sheets, ever. I do not even want to think of how I would have to get them trashed or cleaned if an accident happened every other month. Pushing off the covers, the cold air on my now prickly skin added to make me aware of my state of undress. Looking down at the cloth I had on, warmth filled my cheeks and ears and I was up immediately. At that instant, a sharp gasp escaped my lips when I saw the large portrait hanging opposite where I stood. Even if there was a doubt in my mind those alluring eyes kept me hooked and eliminated every trace of them, somehow it was even more compelling than staring into his eyes in real life.


Who made you judge and jury?