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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
I 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
I 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
I 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
I 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
I 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
I 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
I 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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