The Rogue's Dangerous Desires
READING AGE 16+
I was just a miserable school janitor, spending my days cleaning up after rich brats who treated me like I was beneath them. I thought that was how my life would remain until the very end.
Then, everything changed.
I was suddenly transmigrated into a novel, and a mysterious voice from the heavens gave me a choice: stay or return.
Desperate to have the man I had always wanted, I chose to stay.
I should have known better.
Instead of becoming the heroine, I became a lowly servant hated by everyone—a rogue among countless supernatural beings. Yet, despite everything, some foolish part of me still believed I could win the heart of the man I loved.
Then I met the novel's real protagonist.
She was kind, warm, and nothing like the villainess I was supposed to hate. For the first time, I began to wonder if perhaps this strange world could become my home.
But fate had other plans.
I discovered the horrifying truth:
I was the villain of the story.
No matter what I did, I couldn't escape my fate. I was destined to be beheaded and become a wandering spirit, forced to watch from the shadows as the protagonist lived happily ever after with the man I loved.
So I made a decision.
I would stop fighting for a place in the story.
I would stay away from the plot, avoid the characters, and do whatever it took to survive.
And for a while, everything went perfectly.
Until I met him again.
The very man I had spent so long running from.
The moment our eyes met, all the feelings I had buried came rushing back.
But this time, things were different.
I wasn't going to follow the story's script.
I wasn't going to become the villain.
And I certainly wasn't going to let another woman take the man I loved.
He was the Werewolf King.
And if the entire novel stood between us, I was ready to fight my way through it.
Because this time, I wasn't going to die as the villain.
I was going to rewrite the story—and become its protagonist.
Unfold
I came home exhausted after another long day of coaxing rich brats. Huge dark circles had formed beneath my eyes as I fumbled with my house keys. I hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in days, all thanks to my so-called job.
Memories of my day flooded my mind—students bullying me by deliberately spilling my cleaning water, mockin……
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