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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!

Kiara's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and guilt as the carriage rolled onward, the tension so thick it was suffocating. Every moment felt more excruciating than the last, especially with Kael and Asher sitting just a few feet away, their glances far too knowing for her comfort.

She kept her eyes glued to the window, praying the awkward ride would end soon. But it seemed fate had other plans.

The carriage hit a slight bump, jostling her forward, and in that instant, her hand brushed against his. It was fleeting, barely a touch, but her heart skipped wildly as if it had been something far more.

She pulled her hand back instinctively, but before she could retreat completely, his fingers closed around hers, firm yet gentle. His hand enveloped hers, rough and warm, and her breath hitched.

Unspoken yearnings