YawningBrain

[MATURE CONTENT]

How on earth this happened? Why am I inside a romance novel? Is this a joke?

Eve was doomed to be a villainess. However, meeting him changed it all. He was gentle, interesting and handsome. The perfect man for her in every sense. However, he deceived her, he never told her his real name until... it was too late.

"He... is he the ML? Oh no...!"


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Excerpt: 
 
DangerousCloud: Master, where did you go now?
NewRHood: I am traveling around the world. You know me, I like to tour the unexpected.
DangerousCloud: Then, can I go with you this time?
NewRHood: You should explore by yourself the world once in your life, dear disciple. Now it's my turn. I will explore the world and all the delicacies in it.
DangerousCloud: But Master, it could be dangerous.
NewRHood: Of course, I am taking precautions. But I hope that the man I am going to eat tonight is someone decent… 
DangerousCloud: You dare!
NewRHood: Oh My! Dear disciple, is that how you speak to your master?
DangerousCloud: Stop it, Eve, you know it's me.
NewRHood: who?
DangerousCloud: your husband!

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The ML and his Villianess.

"What can I do for you, Miss Porter?"

The girl in front of me was no one dangerous, or so I thought. Jano and Martin didn't have anything on her, nor even Ian and James. She was clean. However, she was too insignificant in the Lark company and was never mentioned in the book to be considered a threat. So, it was extremely weird for her to seek a meeting with me. She even dared to follow me, and although I did make the driver lost her on the way, she managed to find the White Mansion. I had to politely make my guards guide her inside. Not that I was taking her in custody.

"I… this," Miss Porter was a petite woman, a bit cute with these big bright eyes and childish face. She was still wearing the office uniform and looked a bit tired. Her looks were not from someone about to do something dangerous, not even something daring. Only looking at her trembling legs and uncontrollable hands, were a funny sight. "Miss… Lark… I am a fan of yours… no… I am sorry, this… I…"

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