Emily wakes up one morning, trapped inside a Wattpad book she had read the previous night. She receives a message from the author informing her that it is her curse to relive everything in the story as one of the side characters because she criticized the book. Emily has to survive the story and put up with all the nonsense of the main character. The original book is a typical blueprint Wattpad werewolf story. Emily is thrown into this world as the main character's best friend, Catherine/Kate. There are many challenges and new changes to the story that makes thing significantly more difficult for Kate. Discover this world alongside Kate and see things from a different perspective. TW: Mentions of Abuse If you are a big fan of the typical "the unassuming girl is the mate of the alpha and so everything in the book resolves around that" book, this book is not for you. This is more centered around the best friend who is forgotten during the book because the main character forgets about her best friend due to her infatuation with the alpha boy.
View MoreAs I load the guns, trying to focus on the task at hand, Blaire leans back against the wall, a smug grin playing on her lips as if she’s waiting for me to ask.“I can’t believe he fell for it twice,” she says, letting out a light chuckle, her eyes glinting with malicious amusement.I pause, trying not to react too strongly. “Who?” I ask casually, my voice steady.Blaire pushes off from the wall, clearly enjoying the suspense. “Jake,” she says with a knowing smile. “You know, the kid you've been hanging around with. The one you’re pretending is your friend.”A sick feeling churns in my stomach, but I keep my face neutral, feigning surprise. “Jake? How do you know him?”Blaire's smile widens, and her eyes gleam with cruel delight. “Oh, sweetie, I know Jake very well. He was my little project. When he was just a kid, barely fourteen, all innocent and naive. I thought it’d be fun, you know? He had all these secrets, and I just needed a way in.”My breath catches, but I force myself to kee
The night air feels colder than usual as I step quietly through the underbrush. Each step is calculated, careful. My mind races as the last few hours replay in my head—Wes asking me to help, the weight of his words still heavy on my chest. He needs me to go further. I can’t say no. Not when everything’s at stake.I reach the edge of the clearing where the hunters are said to meet. It’s quiet, almost too quiet. It’s that kind of silence that presses against your chest. I swallow hard and adjust my jacket, the cool fabric feeling like a barrier between me and whatever’s waiting in the darkness.Suddenly, a figure steps out from the shadows. A woman, in her mid-twenties. She stands tall, her movements fluid and graceful. Almost like a predator in her element. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders and her eyes glint with an intensity that makes me instinctively step back.“You must be Kate,” she says, her voice smooth.I nod, trying to keep my posture steady, but her presence has an
The day was the longest it has been since I entered the story. I thought I was going to die from boredom. Or exhaustion.I throw my bag over my shoulder as I head to my bike. After putting in my earphones, I head to the store to buy some noodles (my comfort food these days), bread and eggs for my mum. An unfamiliar song plays in my ears and I let out a tired sigh.I just want to go back home. Like, my own home. In London. I am exhausted. This was not supposed to turn out like this. Catherine was supposed to die. About sixty chapters ago. Perhaps the author forgot that?I look up at the sky. Can you still hear me? I think the author forgot about me.The small store comes into my view and I slow my bike. I jump off the bike and park it against the wall. I don’t have a lock, so if someone wants to steal it, they can be my guest. Probably need it more than I do then.There are a few people in the store, but none of whom I know. I search through a few rows and finally find the eggs. An old
The alarm rings.06:00I stare at it, the sound cutting through the silence of the house. A sigh escapes my lips as I reach over to turn it off. Everything feels like a vivid dream. One I can’t wake up from.I thought I could handle this, that it was just a silly Wattpad story, but the emotions are real.Too real.The blood on my hands, the lifeless body of my father.I glance down, half-expecting to see the crimson stains still clinging to my skin. I can feel it.I shoot up, the empty feeling threatening to resurface. I shake my head and force myself out of bed, groaning when I hit the ground. I check my messages.Nothing.Jake has vanished, along with Tyler and Allison. They all think I’m some kind of pro-hunter, responsible for the deaths of twenty pack members.And my father.Stumbling to the closet, I sift through clothes. I search for something comfortable. I do not have the strength to curate a proper outfit today, not when I have volleyball practice this afternoon.I pull on a
“I’m one of them?” The words slip from my lips, weak. My father’s expression darkens as he nods slowly.“I can’t let them kill them all,” he whispers. “I have to stop them. Will you help me? Without telling on me?” His gaze darts back to the door, panic clear in his eyes.The pounding in my head intensifies, the sharp light streaming in through the window making me wince. I try to steady my breathing and nod automatically though my mind is a whirl of confusion. “Of course,” I hear myself say, though I feel detached from the words. How did I—how did Kate—become a hunter?I am part of the plan.Allison got caught because of me.What does he mean by killing them all?“Follow my lead.” He turns away from me, heading to the door. The short man from before enters, catching us off guard.“Ah, Kate. I need to put you here,” he says, grabbing my arm and guiding me toward the large window at the far end of the room. “Stand here,” he says as he positions me in the middle. “Perfect. We really cou
The rope bites into my hands, rough and unforgiving. Something hard digs into my shoulder. I attempt to open my eyes, but they are glued shut.With a groan, I force them open. The room is not brightly lit and I have to adjust my vision.Where the hell am I?My head lolls to the side, my neck protesting the motion. That is when I notice Allison across from me. Her gaze is locked on the door. Her hands are tied behind her, the same as mine. We are both bound to wooden chairs.Glancing over my shoulder, I see the window. Through the window I notice that we must be deep into the forest, the dark green giving our location away."Hey," Allison whispers, her voice barely cutting through the silence. My eyes snap back to her. The thick wood beams overhead give it an almost primitive feel. It gives off basement vibes.“What is going on? Where are we?” I ask, failing to hide the panic in my voice. I clear my throat and shake my head to clear the fog.Allison’s eyes flick back to the door, then
I turn onto my side with a soft huff, tucking my elbow beneath my head as I stare into the oppressive darkness of the wall across from me. A soft sigh escapes my lips.Those stupid messages from the author have wormed their way into my thoughts. The feeling of imminent dread clings to me and it only worsens my stress-ridden migraine. I don’t know what the author has planned for me.And since she’s veered completely off the original storyline, I have no idea what could possibly happen.A thud from the window jolts me upright. What was that?I strain my ears, waiting for another sound, but the silence that follows is thick and suffocating. My skin prickles with unease. I groan, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Seriously? Is the author just toying with me now?I sink back onto the bed, pulling the covers up to my chin as if they could somehow shield me from whatever is coming.The door to my parents’ room creaks open. Heavy footsteps tread past my door, descending the stair
I sit up and rest my hand on his arm.“Are you all right?” I ask, giving his arm a soft squeeze. He closes his eyes for a second before he turns to me.“Yes, why?” he asks, and I tilt my head with a smile.“Jake, you can be honest with me. Why is your wolf angry?” I point to his eyes. Jake’s brows knit together while he looks at me.“What do you mean? My wolf is not angry.” He leans closer to me. “What makes you think that?” His hand reaches to tuck a loose strand from my face.“I- Well, the gold eyes. Whenever your wolf’s eyes show, it must mean that your wolf is triggered,” I ask more than I say. I thought that was how it worked. Perhaps I have read too many Wattpad stories.“Yeah, something like that. How are you so observant?” he asks, leaning back on the bed. I scoff with a slight smile. Years and years of werewolf stories, alright mate. “I don’t know,” I lie with a shrug. I notice his eyes changing and I shoot closer to him. “See, right there. For what was that?” Jake stares
“I think that is them,” my mother says while she peeks out of the window. I glance at Jake who is following my dad’s lead to stand up. “Did you also set a plate for Bianca and Oliver?” My mother asks, her voice tinged with anxiety. I laugh at her while I shake my head.“Yes, of course- ““There’s only five plates,” my dad remarks and I snap my eyes to the dinner table. Five?“I apologize,” I say with embarrassment. I just blocked Bianca out of my head. I hear my mother and father making their way to the door. Jake shuffles over to me, helping me set another place for Bianca.“I didn’t know she would also be here,” Jake whispers to me. I hum softly in response.“Me neither. Ugh, and I actually thought tonight could be fun.” I cross my arms, glaring at the door opening.“It will be,” Jake reassures me, putting his arm around me and hugging me. I laugh softly and plant a quick kiss on his cheek. Red ears.“Good evening,” Oliver says with a chirpy tone. I make my way to where my mother
A sharp sound rings through my ears. I groan in protest and my arm shoots to the nightstand. My eyes remain closed as my hand roams over the surface, trying to find my phone.I finally open my eyes to scan the surface of the nightstand and grab my phone, turning the alarm off.Why would I set an alarm for 06:00?A text appears on the screen, but I ignore it since it is from an unknown number.I throw the phone on the bed before I let out a heavy sigh.As I get up, my eyes dart from the floor back to the bed.Where am I?This is not my bed. And this is definitely not my room.The phone vibrates with another message from the same unknown number. I look around the room and blink a few times, just to make sure that I wasn't still dreaming.The last thing I remember is falling asleep on my bed in the dorm.Is this a joke?The phone vibrates for the third time. I snatch the phone from the bed and open the messages.Welcome EmilySince you hated my book so much and critiqued it, I'll allow yo...
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