Jiuxianzhi

Ahcehera is a young woman FIGHTING cancer, finding comfort in the pages of her favorite sci-fi fantasy novel. She’s drawn to the villainess princess, a misunderstood character whose life is sacrificed FOR the hero and heroine’s happy ending. Ahcehera hates the unfairness of it all and wishes the princess could have a chance to live her own LIFE.

Before she can read the final chapter that seals the princess’s tragic fate, Ahcehera passes away. Her last thought is a wish to rewrite the story, never expecting it to come true.

When she wakes up, it’s not in her hospital bed but in the body of the princess herself. Thrown into a world full of political schemes, betrayal, and hidden dangers, Ahcehera is determined to change the princess’s fate. She has the story’s secrets and her own will to survive, but knowing the plot doesn’t mean it’ll be easy to change.

Then, the unexpected happens. She crosses paths with a werewolf prince, younger than her and mysteriously linked to the hero. He’s more than just a twist in the story, he might hold the key to a different ending.

As enemies close in and the lines between friend and foe blur, Ahcehera must decide. Will she stick to the script or fight for a new ending? One where both she and the princess get the happiness they deserve.

Can a story already written truly be rewritten, or is she doomed to live the same tragedy all over again?

Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess

When it was late at night, Carmela couldn't sleep.

The silence of the palace was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of Ziomera, where the whispers of the wind carried prayers to the patron saint, and the bells chimed softly in the distance.

Here, only the faint rustling of the curtains and the rhythmic ticking of the old mechanical clock reminded her that time was still moving.

Yet, despite her exhaustion, sleep refused to claim her.

She sighed, running her fingers through her long golden hair, before finally deciding to get some fresh air.

With quiet steps, she approached the large window of her chamber and unlatched it. A soft breeze drifted in, carrying the delicate scent of the imperial gardens below.

Without hesitation, she leaped gracefully from the window, her feet landing lightly on the soft grass.

Under the Moonlight