CalyB

It always starts with an accident. 

That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. 

Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. 

For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with.

These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. 

It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. 

He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. 

But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him?

And where did the heroine go?

How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

Cass couldn't describe the feeling that filled his chest at the sight of what just happened.

He felt short of breath, shock tingling all the way down to his finger tips. He looked around him, feeling as if he could barely move his body.

This was true, of course, but the shock was so great that he couldn't even register what had happened to him prior to his moment.

So much so that he tried to get up, and he fell to the floor, shocked that he'd even done that.

"My Lord? MY LORD! Are you alright?!" Sam's voice grew extra loud, and Cass had to shake himself, trying to push himself up with his hands but he wasn't able to. His left hand wasn't working, and his right hand was sore. Both were swollen, and as Cass stared down at his now clean hands, he was stuck with a sudden realisation.

How the fuck had he done that? Could he do that again?

"Sam." Cass called, his voice raspy and sounded like shit.

Twice in a row? Am I...a Chosen One?