Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga - Chapter 3 - 3. More Like A Mansion

In the highly anticipated release of the first-ever VRMMO, Yeager found himself mysteriously traveled back in time. He is poised to rise to the summit and achieve the impossible. Armed with years of gaming experience and a wealth of strategic knowledge from the future, Yeager believes he can bring about the miracle of immortality. But just as the game begins, fate takes an unexpected twist as Yeager finds himself transformed into a young woman. In a tale that challenges identity and defies the limits of virtual reality, join Yeager on a mesmerizing journey of self-discovery as he navigate a world of mysteries, battles, and alliances, all while grappling with his newfound femininity.

When she left the capital city, she was fat, chubby and white in everybody’s eyes. When she returned to the capital city, she was perfect; a goddess in everybody’s eyes.

A reporter once asked her: What do you think is most important for a woman?

She simply smiled and answered: The most important thing is to be good to ourselves.

When a person has a crush, other than the person himself, no one will know.

- Description from Novelupdates

Scott McCall's life changes the moment he is bitten by a werewolf, but this isn't the same Scott from before. A transmigrator from another world, the new Scott embraces the power and knowledge of his wolf side, determined to control his fate. With a confident, decisive, and fearless personality, Scott aims to protect his loved ones, especially Allison, while becoming stronger than ever. As new supernatural creatures and threats arise, Scott must master his alpha potential and unravel mysteries not found in the original timeline. Armed with knowledge of the future and powers beyond the original Scott, he carves his own destiny, challenging both hunters and creatures alike.Disclaimer – I do not own Teen Wolf.

A huge guy is bawling his eyes out. In this day and age? Sure, maybe the world changed while I was away in that other place. I’m not some old-fashioned boomer.But what if that guy is clinging to my pant leg, sobbing and sniffling—And we’re not even acquaintances?Even in modern times, that’s just messed up. Ask any passing kid, they’d agree.So yeah, I shook my leg. He was gross and too close.“The hell’s wrong with you? Crying just ’cause you saw a ghost?” “N-no! I swear, it was really there! You didn’t see it!!”I let the disrespect slide. Barely. He was asking for help and still talking down to me just because I look young?Obviously, I’m not the one who lost his balls. He is.And yet… when I looked where he pointed—Something was there.I threw some coarse salt and looked again.He stared at me like I was insane, but I ignored it.…Yeah. Something was definitely there.It made eye contact.