I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel

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 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

"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

I was in my room, deeply engrossed in the study materials I had just purchased, when Evie burst in, exclaiming, "Quentin went to New York?! Why didn't you tell me? If you had, I could have convinced Quentin to stay."I rolled my eyes at her and continued reading, casually remarking, "If you had been there, Quentin Bennett probably would have summoned a UFO and flown away immediately!"Evie seethed with anger, but she couldn't argue. Annoyed, she slumped into my chair, legs crossed, and gestured with her finger, "Come on, my sidekick, I want to... tomorrow..."I quietly rolled my eyes and interrupted her daydreaming, "Done, done! But... we have to wait for the right moment. Good things come to those who wait, and true love has no deadline. Haste makes waste!"Evie felt a surge of frustration; all her words had been stolen from me!"Fine... just don't make me wait too long!""First, make sure you completely recover from your injury, or forget about it.""Alright."Evie left with a grand

"Quentin! Wait for us!" "Quentin Bennett!" I had just purchased scar removal cream from the pharmacy when I heard distant voices calling out for Quentin Bennett. "What's happening?" I didn't pay much attention, intending to head home after my pharmacy visit. However, the calls for Quentin Bennett grew louder and closer. I turned back to look. To my surprise, Quentin Bennett was sprinting, pursued by a swarm of fans! What was going on here? Quickly, I slipped into a nearby alley, removed my duckbill hat, and deftly placed it on Quentin Bennett's head, pulling it toward me. "Huh?" Quentin Bennett was startled by the sudden pressure on his head. Before he could react, I pressed him against the wall, keeping an eye on the alley's end. Quentin Bennett followed my gaze, watching the fans race past the alley, their voices fading away. "You…" Quentin Bennett began to speak, but I stepped back, glancing outside the alley, then turned back to him. "Why are you alone on the street? A