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Imagine you're about to kiss some guy you really can’t stand, and then—bam! You suddenly find yourself in the body of a goddess.

Kiara always had a pretty normal life—until that party night. What started as a fun game of dares quickly turns into a wild nightmare when she blacks out and wakes up in a world straight out of a fantasy novel. The place is ancient and royal, and everyone thinks she’s Athena, this legendary goddess from their history.

Now, she’s stuck in this strange yet oddly familiar body, figuring out how to survive in a world full of magic, prophecies, and danger. As old powers start to rise and enemies close in, she starts piecing together bits of a past life that ties her to the fate of this world.

With the help of a stunningly handsome but mysterious ruler and whispers of a prophecy that connects them all, Kiara has to make a choice: accept the goddess inside her or try to get back to the life she used to know. But things get complicated, and the line between who she was and who she’s becoming starts to blur with every step she takes.

Lucius just found out that his late wife has been reincarnated in the future. He did everything he could to bring her back, and guess what? He succeeded. Now, he’ll do anything to make sure he doesn’t lose her again.


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Transmigration: I Became a Goddess!

My heart was pounding in my chest as I sat rigidly in my seat, watching the fight unfold before me. I didn't know where my loyalty lay, and the weight of the decision made my breaths shallow. To my left was Ariel, clutching her hands tightly in her lap, her small frame trembling with emotions far too mature for a ten-year-old.

Lucius was struggling—anyone with eyes could see that. His movements were sluggish, his energy barely visible, a stark contrast to Veryon's fierce, almost monstrous aura. The power emanating from Veryon was like a wildfire, untamed and relentless, consuming everything in its path.

Lucius, on the other hand, seemed to be relying on borrowed strength. His sword carried a faint glow, the last remnants of energy someone—probably General Kael—had infused into it. But that energy was fleeting, and the disadvantage was growing more apparent with every passing moment.

Victory