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,

The book has come to an end in a good note! Thank you so much for reading!

Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

For the whole time, Nathalie got caught up with the dilemma she was in— with the storyline that shifted to a timeline that shortened her preparation, and a catalyst for early war.

When it continued to be out of her favor, chances were her life on the line was next for the chopping block.

After all, she didn't have this much determination and will to survive despite the mundane lifestyle she had once before.

Death scared and scarred her for life.

Although she had a second chance, the path she needed to tread was not easy at all.

With the tragic fate that got to her and the future that awaited her, she cherished every single moment she had.

While her main goal was to survive, she also needed to find clues to return where she came from.

Nathalie, as stubborn as she was, believed something would lead her to another, and hopefully, it was the answer all she needed this whole time despite Jonathan convincing her otherwise.

The Story Glitch