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I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Best friend
"What?" I seemed to have my tail stepped on, and without even thinking, I eagerly defended myself, "I, I didn't, I didn't stutter... I, I really..." I actually did stutter. I tried several times, but the words just stumbled out of my mouth. The more anxious I got, the more Zephyrine laughed. She didn't say anything, but reached out and took my right hand, which was hidden in my trouser pocket, out and held it. I was baffled by her actions, and since I couldn't say anything, I could only shut my mouth and watch quietly what she wanted to do. By the time I reacted, I was already ashamed of myself for throwing myself into the ring, "Last night, last night... No, the night before that I... I don't know... That... You..." As I said that, the scene of kissing Zephyrine the night before suddenly appeared in my mind, her lips, her eyes, those discordant images made my face roll hotter and hotter, it's no different from the feeling I had when I was in the third grade when I cheated on a test
Last Updated : 2023-09-25I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Gender
"Leave everything else behind"? Leave what behind? The fact that Zephyrine and I are both women? I don't think it's even necessary to put that aside to make another thing clear: I like Zephyrine, and not just that kind of like - unless it's true, as Zephyrine says, that I like kissing my best friend. But for some reason, when I looked into Zephyrine's eyes and tried to say the words out loud they stuck in my throat. Not to mention stuttering, saying a single word was so painful it felt like it was killing me. With that in mind, I was caught off guard when a face suddenly flashed into my head: a pair of comical black round-rimmed glasses in the dim light... It was the man who looked like Richard. Zephyrine said he worked at the same radio station as me, so it's not unusual for it to be him... What am I doing? One minute it's Zephyrine, the next minute it's Richard... I turned around helplessly to face the inside of the couch, burying myself in the darkness to stop thinking. "Is that
Last Updated : 2023-09-26I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Alive
Not long after, with the exhaustion of the night, I just fell asleep. What Zephyrine, Richard, at this time all can not defeat the charm of the week. Today has been a very, very chaotic day, not even that chaotic when I was alive. Sighing, I put the quilt in my hand back on the side of the bed and rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast.Zephyrine wouldn't wake up until around ten o'clock, and I poured raw rice into the rice cooker to make congee as usual before sitting at the dining table and fidgeting. It feels like I'm still in a half-asleep state, like there's a lot of stuff waiting for me to think about, but I don't want to think about anything. Darting my eyes around the house, I saw that the bag that I had casually thrown on the sofa last night had fallen to the floor, and the diary had slipped out of the bag and was now strutting around. I walked over and picked it up, then remembered the man who looked like Richard again. The characters written in this diary all seemed to be
Last Updated : 2023-09-27I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Disappeared
Leslie still maintained her impeccably gracious signature smile, "I'll go inside and see if there are any red carnations left, please wait a moment." As she finished, she turned and headed for a small door behind her, a room dedicated to stock. The job that should have been Maleah's responsibility was now Leslie's, and I was starting to regret having too much fun that day again. The man stood still and didn't move, he watched Leslie walk through the small door and then turned his head again, seemingly observing how many types of flowers there were in the shop. A short while later Leslie walked out the door and she said to the Svengali man, "I'm sorry, but the red carnations are out of stock and I'll have to call for them to be delivered, but if you need them urgently, I might have to trouble you with another florist...""She died when I was ten," Leslie said as she lowered her head to continue trimming the bouquet in her hands, "and I saw her again the night of my eighteenth birthday
Last Updated : 2023-09-28I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Gossip
Watching the two of them bicker like this, I suddenly felt a pang in my heart. Miracle and I are the kind of people who don't like to make a lot of noise, so when she and I were together, we didn't have a single real argument like this. But not without friction, just every time in the form of a cold war against each other, do not talk to each other for several days, until the end to see who can not hold back who only playfully to the other person to raise the white flag. As I was ruminating, I turned my head to find Leslie staring at me, eyes that seemed unusually calm amidst the noise of Tanh and Miracle arguing with each other. I sighed and told her, "Don't tell them about me dying." The voice was soft, but I was sure Leslie had heard it. I silently walked into the kitchen and scooped out the porridge from the rice cooker, and then sat alone at the dining table and swallowed the tasteless, sticky liquid into my stomach one spoonful at a time. Desperately suppressing the volcano in
Last Updated : 2023-09-29I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Smile
I stared dead at her back and was sure once again: it was definitely her, she was the woman I'd come across when I'd picked up that diary! Caleb smiled, but this smile was no longer bland: "Hard." A mere one-word answer, but it made it seem as if there were countless bitterness hidden within. "You're smiling a forced smile today," Caleb continued as he took a sip of the red wine in his hand, "and it's been muffled." Sitting in the car, I twisted my head to take one last look towards the entrance of the western restaurant. Only to see there stood a woman in a white dress with a tall figure, seemingly the one I accidentally bumped into just now. Being only ten steps away from each other, I subconsciously raised my eyes to look at her face. But with just a glance, I froze. Long straight hair, fair skin, she has a look that can be described with just one word "beautiful", but that's not the point, the point is... Why do I have a feeling of déjà vu? I frowned, staring at her while desp
Last Updated : 2023-09-29I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Not now
As Zephyrine had said, there were two women and a man in her home besides Becky, and Brylee, who I knew, was among them. Walking into the living room, I saw Becky sitting expressionlessly on the inside of the couch, and the two of us glanced at each other, neither of us speaking. Subconsciously not wanting to pay attention to the man, I averted my eyes before noticing a number of white papers that looked like they were documents of some sort on the coffee table. It seems like they were discussing something before I came here. Seeing me and Zephyrine, Brylee, who was sitting beside Becky, put down the glass of water in her hand, and she said meaningfully, ''So it's Orion...'' I told you so... Zephyrine scared me when she suddenly ran out in such a hurry." She finished with another smiling look at me, a look that was so ambiguous - the same ambiguous look she gave me on her way out in front of the radio company early this morning - that it made me uncomfortable. "You..." I'd only just
Last Updated : 2023-09-29I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Catch fire
Well, idle anyway. "I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask," Zephyrine said softly as she tightened her arms around me and rested her chin against my shoulder, "but can we put those questions aside for now? Because... I'm hungry." Although she had often made this kind of intimate gesture to me before, for some reason, the touch that I had grown accustomed to, and even a little tired of, now made my heart feel like it was beating faster - even if it was just a simple hug. Seeming to be listening to the sky, Leslie still looks confused, obviously not understanding what I'm talking about. Leslie nodded, then frowned again and met my eyes with a questioning look. She seemed to be waiting for me to take the initiative to explain to her what exactly had happened, and looking at her current reaction, I was even more certain that that Sven man had definitely used some means to get the key to Leslie's house - he had planned it, but what exactly had he planned? What exactly did
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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 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 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 Rub
First he looked at me, then he smothered his head in the covers, and after a few seconds of silence, because he wasn't breathing well, he reached out and poked holes in his face and the quilt pieces again, propping himself up with his arms. I smiled and asked in a low voice, "What time did you go to bed yesterday?" She mumbled a few times, "I don't know." No longer bothering her, patted her bottom hidden in the quilt, whispered to her that I went to work, and left the study. The summer days were a bit hot and lazy, and the day was over, but looking back I kind of don't remember exactly what I did, even though all the work was done. Went home as usual and Shelby wasn't there when I got there. Got a Snapchat from her a few minutes ago and she told me that her work was completely finished and figured she was on her way home now. I was a bit lazy tonight and didn't feel like cooking, so after playing on my phone in the living room for a while, I heard a noise coming from the doorway
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Make dinner
She hmmmed, then moved a little closer to me and grabbed the collar and pulled it down, "Nah, take the edge off." I laughed, "Tell me more, we're not discussing this right now." She frowns, "Knowingly." When she stopped, I asked, "Is she swearing at me?" I let out a low chuckle and moved up, not biting, but kissing gently and looking up at her, "There." I nodded. She didn't look at me, and I didn't comment on her remark, heading towards the kitchen. She shook her head at me, "No, I won't go without Master Gu's permission." I reached out to touch her face, "Good boy." I gave a long drawn out, quizzical oh and looked at her and asked, "What if your mum, forces you to go?" She oh'ed and got off of me and sat to the side, continuing to pick up her phone. She looked up at me slightly, "Going somewhere?" Alanna laughs and adds, "I just told her we were on the phone, ugh, do you think she'll be listening on the door right now?" Alanna wails, "Yeah, scolding her for being nice."
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Affect me
"I heard that Shelby was competing a few months ago?" My father's words broke my thoughts and I looked up at him, he was smiling at Shelby, "How did it go?" I turned my head to look at him. I reached out and poked her collarbone, "What do you think I'm afraid of?" The living room of the house separates me from my dad's room, and if there are no other guests, this bathroom is for my sole use, so to speak. She stepped forward and said softly, "Didn't you hear my mother say, I was called there by her." I jerked my foot back and silently pulled my chair back and stood up, heading towards the bathroom. Shelby smiled and replied, "Took first place." She gave me a look that was more like it. Shelby's mother laughed, put her chopsticks down, and said in a serious and slightly flirtatious manner, "It's rare that you're interested in matchmaking today, I really do have quite a lot of photos and profiles of various single youths on hand." She poked Shelby in the barrel, "Go get the mobi
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Sub-point
Good to know. I turned my head and looked at her a little, "Hard to hear." The owner smiled, "Miss Zephyrine had a great idea, we just followed it." Old auntie smiled at me, big red lipstick while her teeth white bright, eyes winking said: "Dear, do not think I am very cute?" After that she asked, "Can I really not go tomorrow?" I assumed it was another guest, but to my surprise, half a minute later, it was Shelby, and her mother, who walked into the house. I'm afraid I can't say any more words of blessing, Shelby is better at this kind of thing. After waiting in the shop a little longer for the owner to finish touching up my handwriting, we left. Alanna had taken the guy after all, and she had borrowed this car from him for the night, and had just had a long discussion in the car park about who was going to be the driver, before finally letting me be in the driver's seat. The next day was Sunday, and when I took a taxi to the house, it was just about dinner time, so I went
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel I don't want to know
She said with a faint oh and a look of death, "Sofia said you're a quiet person, very much to her liking, and you're reliable in your studies or in your work, and you also have a tacit understanding with you and have a lot to talk about." She shrugged her shoulders and didn't move on, just fed me a bite and she took a bite of her own. I was puzzled, "How come I didn't know that." I interrupted her, "Sofia is treated as an old friend in my case, in my opinion it's normal for friends who haven't seen each other for years to have dinner." I smiled, "Of course, it's also a fact that she's my ex-girlfriend, so I told you as soon as I got back, and if you think this needs to be a pissed off tantrum, then the prerequisite for that should be that Sofia and I are still coupled up, and that I'm still having a fling with her, but the fact that it's not is not the case, so this is not something that needs to be a tantrum." "But I'm still hung up on the fact that you two were alone, so what d
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel A wedding bride
Just a few metres away, I was torn between saying hello and not saying hello, but finally chose the latter and walked straight towards the side away from her without moving. She was standing over at one of the department's presentation boards, looking up intently without being disturbed by people coming and going. I looked at her from a distance, I hadn't seen her for a few years, but she seemed to be the same as before, her hair hadn't grown, and her clothes were still in the same style. Shelby is a person who lives a very casual life, a lot of places to make do, not too concerned about the details, a lot of trivial things she listens to me, but also rest assured to let me, no matter what kind, she has no objections. The waiter served the first course, which suddenly reminded me of the person still sleeping at home, and I couldn't worry about her, so I picked up my phone and ordered takeaway for her. We walked together in the direction of the lift, but on the way, met a person.
