All Chapters of I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Well, amidst all this chaos, I'm the only one not part of the drama."Daniela Barnett and I fell silent, observing the tense standoff between Evie, Briella Cortez, and the visibly displeased Quentin.Briella Cortez turned to Quentin, asking, "Quentin, why did you let such people move in?"Quentin found them both incredibly immature. Briella Cortez and Evie glanced at Quentin, curious about how he would respond.Suddenly, a noise echoed through the house, catching everyone's attention.The unmistakable sound of someone chewing popcorn.Holding a handful of popcorn, I stuttered, "..."Hahaha, this is so embarrassing...I reluctantly put down the popcorn, stood up with a guilty expression, and tried to head upstairs. But as I passed Evie, I was halted. Evie desperately signaled to me and mouthed the words "one thousand" very clearly.I glanced at Briella Cortez and Quentin, made a quick decision, and pulled Evie away."Hey, why are you dragging me? Where

"Remember that strange video online? Ugh!" I barely got my words out before I was met with Quentin Bennett's ominous glare. "Our studio reported it," Quentin Bennett turned to scrutinize me, inquiring, "Have you seen it?" I mustered a smile, "Of course, it went viral, with tens of millions of views." "Hmm." "..." When Quentin Bennett got angry, it was genuinely terrifying. Inside my computer, there was a library of materials about Quentin Bennett. I hesitated, my hand shaking as I contemplated deleting it all, thinking about quitting this business for good. But... I stopped myself. This wasn't illegal, so why was I afraid? It wasn't that big of a deal. I forced a smile again and eagerly started going through Quentin Bennett's materials, then dragged them into my editing software. Poor Quentin Bennett was still lying on his yoga mat, completely unaware that I was at it again. I had overindulged myself; these days, I was completely engrossed in the bizarre editing business. Aft

"Did you catch the livestream today?" he asked. "Yeah, I did." I met his gaze, anticipating his next question. Quentin nodded with satisfaction, "Alright, I'm heading out." Just like that? He hurried over to knock on my door, just for this?! I intercepted him, "Just for this? Seriously?" Quentin turned around, a smirk on his lips, "Is it good-looking?" "Are you referring to yourself or the red carpet?" Quentin's amused expression gradually faded as he walked away, leaving me pondering the reason. The next day, Quentin took a break. Towards the end of the year, his job revolved around red carpets, and nothing more. However, today, Evie and the others couldn't stay home for various reasons, so only Quentin and I were at home. Yet, Quentin once again claimed my balcony, commandeering his cherished rocking chair. Covered in a blanket, he lay there, holding his phone, swaying back and forth. I was so irritated that I changed my position, turning my back to Quentin. Out of sight, out

Evie's emotions are like a whirlwind, shifting swiftly. After waking up from her alcohol-induced slumber, she was ready for a confrontation, arguing with Briella early in the morning. Even I, who had sympathized with Evie yesterday, couldn't help but roll my eyes; she's truly single-minded, with a brain capacity comparable to a dried booger. As the year-end approached, everyone was immersed in their own busyness. Quentin was captivating the red carpet, I was engrossed in my studies to secure my future, Daniela was preoccupied creating challenging exam papers, and Briella and Evie were swamped with their respective work commitments. Days passed in a blend of mundane routines and occasional conflicts. The day of my postgraduate entrance exam arrived unexpectedly, and suddenly everyone at home assumed the roles of concerned parents. Even Briella, who typically showed little interest, expressed her worry for me: "You have to give it your all. People like you can only elevate your status

Him: "You're missing the point of what I'm saying. Philosophy is just one of those so-called paths. Maybe philosophy is a dead end, a hoax, a self-congratulation."A hypnotist friend called me one day and said he had a patient who was rather interesting and asked if I was interested.Him: "We only see part of the world, in reality, the world is big, big, big."Let me say anything else, and he stopped answering. But he'd accomplished his goal: tickling my mind about something, but that only messed with the brain more.Me: "Not interested."Him: "I talk much slower than I think and a lot of things get left out."Me: "Are you trying to deny people?"I lost sleep that night, all sorts of jumbled thoughts mixed together, unable to make sense of them. I understood what he was saying, but I didn't know what to do about it. The next day I was tempted to talk to him again, and suddenly I felt terrible about it. Because I had been designing where to fasten the DV to my clothes last night before