A Collection of Top-Perspective Stories

One: Who exactly am I a stand-in for?

When I was so broke I ended up on the streets, a wealthy CEO kept me. I figured he was treating me as a stand-in, but that was fine. All I wanted was the money.

I was only a little puzzled sometimes. The CEO's older brother hadn't seemed very pleased with me when we first met, but the next time we saw each other, he grabbed my wrist and, eyes red, said I should have been with him?

That CEO had something wrong with him, too. He was always saying weird things. It was bad enough that he suspected something was going on between me and his older brother, but when he got drunk, he said, "Marry me. You can only be his secret mistress, but I'll give you a proper place by my side."

Me: What a family of nutcases.

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Two: I'm the wicked, pretty-boy supporting character

Xian Yu was the classic pretty face with no substance, blessed with good looks but such terrible acting that it was painful to watch. It wasn't until he died in his previous life that he learned he was merely a wicked supporting character who made a scene in an entertainment-industry novel.

After being reborn, he had no plans for revenge or stirring up trouble. He just wanted to lie flat, so he found himself a powerful backer. The backer was very pleased.

But why had everyone around him changed? What do you mean, reborn? Which playthrough did you come back from?

Two: After transmigrating into a book, I got the big villain pregnant

You can't blame me. I transmigrated into the body of a male pet, and I was just 0.01 millimeters away from that magical potion that can make men pregnant. Of course I snatched it! Anyone can give birth, right? It's definitely not going to be me!

Three: Ten years after my death, everyone started loving me

My name is Huai Yu, and I'm a mermaid. I don't know why I transmigrated to another world. The first time I met humans was at an underground auction...

This is the tenth year since I died. Before my death, I went through an agonizing period of weakness. The pain was bad, but the mental exhaustion was even harder to bear.

After I died, the people who hurt me remembered how good I was. They began to miss me, then gradually began to love me and want me...

Theme: Lying is wrong.