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I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Accpet me
It turned out that not only was the door small, the space inside was also small, monotonous four white walls, a small brown sofa against the wall, and a wooden cabinet in the corner, there was nothing else in the locker room except for these.Colten walked towards the wooden cabinet, and took out a letter from his pocket while... A letter? He opens the cabinet, puts the letter inside, and then closes it again. Not leaving immediately, Colten leaned his head against that cabinet and sighed deeply. What the hell was going on here? Without waiting for me to get back to my senses, I suddenly heard Colten, who had rested his head on the door of the cupboard, mutter to himself, and although his voice was very small, I could hear it clearly, "Accept me... Accept me." Before I could think carefully about what he meant by that, Colten unexpectedly slammed his fist on the cabinet door again. Immediately after that, he held his head in his hands and roared, then quickly opened the cabinet, took
I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel Late
Hurrying to catch up, I followed behind her and explained haphazardly, "Zephyrine, you... You misunderstood." Because she was walking too fast, Zephyrine's long curly hair bounced mischievously on her shoulders. The familiar scent of shampoo greeted me, and I couldn't help but start to sway. A sudden shock: I was actually swaying because of the shampoo scent in Zephyrine's hair! What is this with that. Zephyrine, however, sneered, "What are you telling me that for?" I couldn't respond for a moment. "Ah!" Before I could finish explaining, Zephyrine suddenly let out a shriek, her body then swayed twice, and she looked like she was about to fall down. Didn't you angrily leave the restaurant at noon today because you misunderstood my relationship with Caleb? Wasn't it because of this matter that you were angry with me for the whole day, not even answering the phone or wanting to care about me? And now you're asking me why I'm telling you this? I looked at Zephyrine incredulously, fee
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
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