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

"Fuck this drawing!" I threw the paper on the floor with a dark glare levelled at it. I gritted my teeth and leaned on my chair with my eyes closed, pissed at the teachers for separating my Strawberry and me. I wanted to ask for a change, but that seductive Strawberry asked me to endure it since it's just thirty minutes away from each other. 


Thirty freaking minutes away from him seems like years. Damn years!


"You are getting too attached to your Straw—"


"Brys!" I growled at him with one eye open.


"Okay, Brys." He pursed his lips, looking like one who was trying to reason with a child. "You need not have your panties in a twist, Storm. It's almost over." 


"Over? It has been twenty fucking minutes since I last saw him! Don't tell me it's almost over! I feel like ripping out the guts of those freaking teachers."


"Is that Storm? I will love to have you try," the damned new Art teacher called from where she was resting under a tree. 


Smitten