作者 : Sebastian Blake

When I realized that I was a malicious supporting female character, I was forcefully taken by my nominal crown prince brother. "Princess, this is not permissible," said the gentle and dignified Crown Prince weakly lying on the bed, his hands bound by chains, looking pitiful. But even when humiliated by his own princess sister,x he remained gentle and calm, though his eyes contained a hint of helplessness when looking at me. I instantly felt a surge of desire, ready to pounce. Just then, everything went black before my eyes, my consciousness momentarily submerged into nothingness, and my despicable act was cut short halfway through. In a daze, I saw a book called "Transmigrating into a World of Male Concubines." In this book, I was a malicious supporting female character, crazily infatuated with my imperial brother, Shen Su. To obtain him, I used drugs, threats, and imprisonment. I went to extreme lengths. In the end, my actions were exposed, and I became a disgrace, condemned by the world. The Crown Prince's biological mother, the Empress, directly ended my life with a white silk cloth. Shen Su was the first male protagonist in this polyamorous romance novel, destined only for the transmigrated female lead, Feng Qingcheng. Any other woman who coveted him would not end well. I was the most stubborn one among them. Other supporting female characters at most would secretly harbor feelings or give up after having their affections rejected. Only I, despite countless rejections from Shen Su, refused to give up on my wicked intentions.

作者 : Alexander Adams

Two hours before the execution, I entered the prison cell to provide psychological counseling to the death row inmate. The inmate said, "I'm about to be shot soon, everything will be settled, this kind of ending is truly meaningless. But I still want to struggle a bit - how can I reverse this boring ending?" "Why don't I tell you a story, Dr. Lu?" He gave me a smile that sent shivers down my spine. Did he still want to try to change the outcome in the last two hours?

作者 : Benjamin Cross

I was Song Yuanlin's lover for four years. On the day I died, he was having a wedding with someone else. "Why didn't you come on this joyous day? Don't you want to see me marrying someone else?" "Or do you think that I will compromise if you throw a tantrum?" "Lu Yang, let me say it one last time. If you don't show up today, don't ever think of coming back in this lifetime." Later, he knelt in front of my grave and personally engraved my epitaph. "My wife Lu Yang. Born on the day when the poplar flowers fell, died in the year I loved her the most." That was the first time he admitted that he loved me. But what difference does it make now? I am already dead.

作者 : Sophia Mitchell

"I want to kill my daughter. I never believed that there could be naturally bad people in the world until my daughter was born. When she was two years old, my mother fed her and said, 'Baby, let me take a bite of your banana,' and she directly poked my mother's eye with chopsticks, sending her to the hospital without any precautions. My husband teased her that he would take away her toys, and she immediately threw the toy on the ground and stomped on it while screaming. When she was four years old, a friend's child came to our house to play, and somehow the two children started arguing. When we tried to comfort the little friend, my daughter went into the kitchen and took a kitchen knife and threw it at the child, narrowly avoiding a bloodbath. She loves to see how panicked we are, and the more we scream, the happier she becomes, clapping and giggling. As she grew older, she became more and more frightening. Exhausted, my husband said, 'Let's have a second child.' Through the half-open door, a pair of gloomy eyes stared at us.

作者 : Olivia Hughes

Five years after marriage, Jiang Yu changed another woman. I pretended not to know, but this time the girl was very disobedient and made a scene in front of me. She pulled on Jiang Yu's shirt and brazenly kissed his face. Jiang Yu indulged her mischief. I held the terminal illness diagnosis in my hand and suddenly felt bored. "Jiang Yu, let's get a divorce." Jiang Yu thought I was threatening him. No one believed it, after all, in the year we fought the most fiercely, we ended up in the hospital. We would rather torment each other than let go. But even Jiang Yu forgot that I was a stubborn person. When I love, I can love deeply, and when I hate, I can hate fiercely. I didn't want to die and have his name engraved on my tombstone.