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I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Trash
The lift was on the upper floors, and not wanting to wait, I took the side stairs. What was there to say to her, what else was there to say. I lowered my head and didn't say anything. His intention was for me to talk to Shelby, but I couldn't open my mouth when I saw Shelby. My father drove me to the airport, and at the last minute, I pulled out my phone and sent her a text message, "Let's break up." So after leaving from the house that day, I was resenting her in my heart, but on the one hand, I still liked her a lot, making me conflicted. On the way back, my mind was still a little foggy as far as what I had just said and done, and what my father had said and done was even more of a mess. She sniffled, "You can't lie to me in the future." It was slow going, the sound of my slippers touching the floor after the living room, chugging, and it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust to the light as I eased over and took a seat beside her. I patted her head and told her, "I'm no
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel You're different
I smiled, "And then what?" She sighed, "And then I figured out that what's amiable is just because I'm an outsider, plus my uncle's friendship with dad, but you're different." I hmmmed, "I know." She finally laughed out loud and reached up to poke me in the head, "Just say 'I know'." When she finished she sighed, "You're really not leaving this time, are you?" She sniffled, "You did the same thing last time, acted like nothing happened in front of me and then left without saying a word." I shook my head, "Not leaving, really." She stared at my glasses for a long time, as if trying to see through me. After a long time, she sighs slightly and says to me, "Zephyrine, do you love me?" I looked at her glasses in the same way, at the tears hanging under her lashes, and the seriousness of the moment unlike any other. Without hesitation, I reached up and hooked my hand around her pinky and said, "Love." I really like her. The first time I saw her, I was about 10 years old
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Mysterious
The night was dim; I pulled down the curtains, shutting out the streetlights and faint moonlight outside, leaving only a bedside lamp glowing in the bedroom. I returned to the bedside, sat down, and looked down at Quentin, who was peacefully asleep. I sighed and then chuckled. "I wonder if it hurts." I touched Quentin's neck. This dramatic person actually used broken glass shards to stab into his neck. The tattered book from earlier, like a door of memories, sealed memories deep in my heart, suddenly lifted that barrier and surged unbridledly. "I..." Quentin grasped my hand in his sleep, tightly, as if afraid that I would run away. "I can't run. Wherever I am, you can find me." I smiled gently, lifted the blanket, lay down on the bed, and then placed my head on Quentin's shoulder. Smelling the fragrance of the person beside me, I slowly entered dreamland. The next day, when Quentin opened his eyes, he saw me lying beside him, looking at him.Quentin blinked slightly, and after
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Confession
I approached the young girl, curiosity lacing my words, "We're here for research. How long have you lived here?" In her thick accent, she replied calmly, "I don't know, I was born here." My professor chimed in, concern etched on his face, "Is it really safe here during heavy rains?" The composed little girl assured us, "It's safe. Our homes might get flooded, but we deal with it." I marveled at her resilience, unable to say anything else. As night fell, a kind elderly villager invited us to stay overnight in a well-maintained shelter built a few years ago. It provided us a chance to freshen up and spend the night before departing the next day. The practical suggestion resonated with us, especially considering the impending rain. Ignoring the shelter's appearance, I settled onto a wooden bed, my body weary from trudging along mountain paths. My companions, Professor and Randy, joined me in the cramped room. We exchanged exhausted glances, a silent acknowledgment of the day's chal
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel A Twist of Fate
The three of us got into the car, Quentin and I sitting side by side in the back seat. He took off his sunglasses and mask, revealing deep amber eyes and a chiseled face. Despite my preparations, my heart couldn't help but race at the sight of him! No wonder Quentin could win over five wives. With his looks, anyone aspiring to be his spouse could probably encircle the Earth twice! Scratch that, maybe even the Milky Way! But I quickly calmed my racing heart. Emotional clarity was important to me; I wasn't like the Zephyrine in the novel who accepted her partner having other wives. I composed myself, resisting the shameful infatuation I felt for Quentin. I rolled my eyes at him and refocused on the plot. Quentin: "???" Not long after Zephyrine moved in, Quentin’s parents went abroad for work. Soon after, Quentin’s other admirers found out that Zephyrine Everlynn was living in his house. They made excuses to move in, one after another, preventing Zephyrine from making any advances.
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel The Search Begins
I didn't expect Quentin to strike up a conversation. I replied seriously, "I'm not sure." Quentin seemed puzzled and glanced at me. "No interest in a vacation?" Was he hoping I would leave? Ha, I wouldn't do as he wished. "No need. Summer is too hot; I'd rather not travel." "Go to the Northern Hemisphere? It's winter there." I laughed, my tone stubborn. "I don't want to go anywhere." Realizing he couldn't convince me, Quentin fell silent. My lack of experience made my vegetable chopping slow. Quentin wanted to take over, but he held back, waiting patiently. After finishing the vegetables, I moved the cutting board toward Quentin. Through this interaction, we managed to prepare a simple dinner. After the meal, I took out my study materials for the geology graduate entrance exam, hoping I wouldn't fail miserably. Initially, I had considered taking the exam casually, thinking failing would be the best outcome. However, recalling the dean's warning... “Let it be. Focus on your
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Unexpected Encounters
My attention immediately shifted, my expression contorted with disdain as I glanced at Evie, as if I were witnessing something utterly absurd. "This won't work!" In the original storyline, Evie didn't move into Quentin 's room right away. She only started staying there much later after pursuing Quentin . "Alright, alright, I'll pay you a thousand!" "I wouldn't do it even for a million." I shot Evie a contemptuous look, then carried her suitcase upstairs and randomly picked a room. Due to Evie' limited mobility, she climbed up to the room only after I had finished arranging it. I clapped my hands. "This is your spot now. Goodbye, I need to focus on my studies, so don't disturb me." Just as I was about to leave, I remembered that I hadn't received the money yet. I took out my phone and displayed my QR code. "Pay up!" Evie generously transferred two hundred to me, smiling as she said, "Let's collaborate again next time. By the way, where's your room? Can I take a look?" "Absolutel
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Connections
"My childhood friend." "She looks so young. How old is she?!" "Three years younger than me." "Just 21! That's incredibly young!" Quentin's face remained impassive. He glanced at me who asleep with the U-shaped travel pillow. "Young? I don't see it." The assistant appeared puzzled, as if she wanted to say, "Sir, I'm referring to her age. Where are you looking at?" But she chose to respond, "Exactly, considering her face, it's hard to believe she's 21! With makeup, she must be stunning."Caught in my drowsiness, Quentin dozed off too. I used a U-shaped pillow, and he rested his head on my shoulder. I didn't like Quentin now so his guard was down around me. It reminded him of the old days when they used to play together. He'd always liked Zephyrine Everlynn, but it was a platonic affection. When she confessed, it felt like the sky was falling. He didn't want a romantic relationship; he just wanted lifelong friendship. Quentin woke up before me. I was deeply asleep; he nudged me s
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