Novels by Bluebell 🥀

Carys POVThe red system warning blinded me. The words flashed in my vision rapidly.[Immediate death of the Host.]My breath caught in my throat. If Evander pulled that trigger and killed Kaelen right now, I would die instantly. The system was desperate to keep its awful story intact. The plot needed its main villain alive. I had to defuse this situation fast, but I couldn't break the specific character traits the system demanded from me.I stepped quickly between Evander and Kaelen. I gently placed my hand over Evander's heavy weapon and pushed the steel barrel down."Stop," I said loudly. I made sure my voice carried a heavy mixture of pity and superiority. "He isn't worth a single bullet."Evander frowned. He kept his dark eyes locked on Kaelen. "He put his hands on you, Carys. He doesn't get to walk away from that.""And he will be dead in a few days anyway," I replied coldly. I looked Kaelen up and down with pure disgust. "Look at him. We shouldn't waste our valuable time or amm

Carys POV"Move, Carys! Get up!" Evander screamed, his voice cracking with pure panic.I wanted to move. My brain screamed at my legs to kick, to roll, to do anything at all. But I was trapped on the cold concrete. The blue system screen had just punished me for stealing the male lead's hero moment, and now my right leg was paralyzed. The second mutated guard dropped from the warehouse rafters and landed just a few feet away from me. It snarled, its jaw unhinging unnaturally as it prepared to charge at my helpless body.I braced for the pain, but Evander moved with terrifying speed. He grabbed a flare gun from his tactical belt, aimed directly at the mutant's face, and pulled the trigger. The blinding red light and burning phosphorus hit the creature dead in the eye. The monster thrashed blindly, screeching in agony. Evander stepped in with cold precision. He drove his heavy metal wrench straight into the base of its skull. The mutant dropped instantly.Evander rushed over to me and d

Carys POV"I refuse," I said out loud.Evander kept his eyes on the road. "Did you say something?" he asked."Just thinking out loud," I replied. "Keep driving."I stared at the flashing blue ultimatum in front of my face. The system demanded an answer. Return to the apartment to save my toxic family, or permanently lose my sense of taste. The system was trying to force me back into the role of the tragic forgiving martyr. I looked at Evander. He was focused on driving the heavy truck. He was unaware of the holographic screen terrorizing my vision. I refused to go back to that apartment. Losing my taste in a world where I would soon eat canned beans and dry rations was a small price to pay for my freedom."I reject the quest," I whispered.I mentally selected the reject option on the screen. A sharp burning sensation shot across my tongue immediately. A metallic numbness filled my mouth. I stayed silent and swallowed hard. I defeated the system trap, but I knew the punishments would o

Carys POVI stared at the glowing blue text hovering in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs."Are you kidding me?" I whispered to myself. "A system?"There was absolutely no system in the original trashy manuscript. This was entirely new. I waved my hand, trying to swat the blue screen away, but it stayed fixed in my vision.The penalty system was real. Because I deviated from the original trashy plot by dumping my toxic family, the apocalypse wasn't thirty days away anymore. It was coming three days earlier.I closed my eyes and focused, trying to figure out how this weird game-like interface worked. I felt a strange pull in my mind and suddenly saw a mental space. It was a dimensional storage area. But there was a huge red wall blocking off twenty percent of it. The screen flashed again, making it clear that my inventory space was reduced as a penalty just because I dumped my cheating boyfriend.Things just became significantly more dangerous than I planned. For every change

Kiara’s POV“This female lead is such an idiot,” I muttered to my empty office, slamming my finger against the backspace key.As a senior editor for a major webnovel platform, I reviewed dozens of apocalypse drafts a week. But this particular manuscript made my blood boil. The female lead was ridiculously passive. She did nothing to survive. She just waited for a man to save her, and she constantly forgave the family that abused her. I typed out a harsh rejection email, dragging the author for the boring plot, the lack of twists, and the extremely weak protagonist.My phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen. The delivery guy had sent a text saying my package was outside.I pushed my chair back, annoyed by the interruption. I stood up and took a step, but I didn't notice the tote bag I dropped on the floor earlier. My foot caught the thick strap. I slipped, my arms flailing in the air. I fell hard. My head smashed right into the sharp edge of my glass coffee table. My vision