Aethereal

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AUTHOR TRANSMIGRATION

"I want to write Villain perspective! Enough of this Hero and Heroine gig!"

Nathalie Jean Quinn, life was so ordinary until she wrote the first book of her sequel, The Prince's Retribution, swept all over the literature world and garnered massive fan base and fortune.

Now, she wanted to leave out of her comfort zone and challenge herself-- To seek the memoirs of a villainess in the story; for its sequel, The Prince's Ascension, Mystique is revealed.

But even the management and the audiences begged to differ, so she made her way.

Although, in the middle of completing the Sequel, the main villain, Mystique Blackwell, comes for her in that magical encounter and cursed her.

Will Nathalie now transform to a monster that she created in her own story?


*** Excerpt***

"You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property."

Mystique was pressing her thighs against his, which he could never break free from her beguiling clutches.

She was on top of him; the surge of confidence came with her and took charge for the whole ride. Her eyes were obscured with gleaming lust, and her hands worked their wonders and slinked to his chiseled abs up to his brawn sweaty chest.

Every time she landed a smooth caress, he let out a stuttering moan as he was in spasms. His toes would dig deep into the mattress, no different from his nails that clawed, not trying to touch her sacred body.

It wasn't all as she reached for his nipples, rubbing them ever-so-softly. The man would throw his bobbed back to the woolly pillows and arched his back from pleasure.

Even though the bed creaked—fast and subtle that played their ears—she loved it.

Just as she adored every point in him...

Not a second delayed as he would shiver every time she would stroke the same parts of him.

On the other hand, she has kept up the pace ever since. She crashed her well-endowed chest against his. Their lips parted by a hair's breadth, and he gritted his teeth as he saw her angelic feature up-close, driven by ecstasy.

His gestures and countenance fueled her within, hastening the pace. There, he couldn't control his voice and let out pleasurable groans and grunts. Within those seconds, more thoughts began to blur her.

She grabbed a handful of his hair, bringing him closer to her while whispering his ear.

"You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property."

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P,S,

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Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie's eyes widened when she noticed the sudden movement of Strav, just shifting its body a tad bit to her side.

'Oh no, I'll get squished by this.'

She shut her eyes and hoped for the best, but what he did took her by surprise.

Meanwhile, Strav craned down, meeting her face, and such up close she was mind blown with its polished beak and bejeweled blue eyes.

With a curt nod, she reached her fingertips slowly, grazing a tad bit on its beautiful feather headdress. The color in it gleamed the moment she stroked before it dimmed back.

While at it, she sent a message to him on her other hand. [I know that much, thank you.]

Thunderbirds were rather aloof towards other species, let alone the one that led the tribe.

Just So Suddenly