Unsolvable_Mystery

“I love you, Brys," Storm whispered.
“Love?” I scoffed. “Do you even know what love is?” I raised a brow at him.
“Of course, I do. I love you, Brys," he repeated as he leaned closer to kiss me. “I've had feelings for—”
The words died on his lips. His eyes grew wide in shock as blood spluttered from his lips. “Wh... What did you just do?” His gaze went down to the knife I drove deep into his chest.
“What's wrong, Storm?” I smirked. "Don't you love me anymore?" I mocked.
Though it hurts me to do what I did, I had to do so, for my safety.
If I don't kill him now, he won't hesitate to do the same to me, in the future...
*****
Mega, a nerd who is obsessed with reading novels and comics, ended up reading a comic that sent his blood boiling. He cursed the omega in the book who was so pitiful that the Alpha used him only to kill him when he felt the omega was useless. 
Unfortunately, Mega had an accident on his way on an errand, and by a sheer stroke of luck, he found himself in the same trashy comic. 
And what was more?
He discovered that he now resides in the body of the omega who was abused by the Alpha he admired. 
Now, he's determined to turn his fate even if it means going against the plot, and his stupid system.
He was determined not to make the same mistake his former host had...

Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega

I slowly opened my eyes when I felt something heavy on me. I turned, to meet a scene I never thought I will see, at least not this early. 


Storm looked peaceful, sleeping like a kid. His black hair fanned a side of his face, giving him a boyish look. I gently turned, to avoid waking him; so I could continue to stare at him.


He murmured under his breath before he drew me close to his body, breathing on my neck, and sending shivers down my spine. 


I blushed when I noticed we were still naked. After what we did last night, he bathed me while I was sleepy and tired.


I gently used a hand to remove the hair on his face as a smile graced my face. I haven't felt as happy as I am, looking at the face of my lovely Storm. 


I'm no longer an Omega, but his. I bear his mark, and will forever be tied to him. 


I was startled by the high pitch sound. Had I not been familiar with his voice, I would have leapt out of the bed. 


Acting shy, are we?