[ONGOING] I was just an ordinary girl, a broke college student hustling at a convenience store to pay for my nursing degree. One night, after clocking out from my glamorous life of stocking instant noodles, I got hit by a truck. My first thought? Finally. I could fulfill my dream of becoming the ultimate, iconic villainess. And wouldn't you know it, dreams do come true. I woke up as Rosalia Salvatore. The Mafia Princess. The Evil Bitch. The Crazy Villainess. From the reverse harem game "Trapped By My Captors", yes, that 18+ NSFW disaster with the kinkiest good ending and the bloodiest bad ending imaginable. Bloody hell, I didn't get isekai'd into a fluffy noble high school romance. No. I got yeeted into a dark mafia thirst-trap simulator. But guess what? I'm not your easy, doe-eyed heroine. If any of these "love interests" think they can kill me, I'll bite their heads off. Literally. Buckle up, boys. My wrath comes in heels, and it kicks hard. _______________________________________________________ Original Story A Transmigration Dark Romantic Comedy Vote for more chapters!!! (not my art on the cover)

Alma never imagined that her life would end when it had only begun. She lived in a small town with her strict grandmother, who never once showed her an ounce of affection. Until one day she woke up in a room that was not hers and even her body was different. When she realizes that she has been reincarnated as the villainess in her mother's favorite novel. She is determined to change her depressing fate. - "Shh, I am here. You are safe," My heart trembled as I recognized that deep male voice. "***!" I gasped and my head rapidly spun to him... I was met by his handsome face, cold as ever, those ***** eyes of his scanning each inch of me... "They hurt you," His sharp jaw ticked... "I will make them pay, darling," He promised -

Prince Caydeyrn Di Vel Delphine. Commander of the royal battalion. A legend dressed in iron and silk. He's noble, honorable, devastatingly handsome-every inch the kind of man a kingdom worships, and a woman trusts with her life. Josephine Caldwell. A healer from the quiet provinces. Sweet as spring rain. Gentle as moonlight. Her magic draws pain into her own body so others can breathe again. She gives everything-her strength, her sleep, her peace-and asks for nothing in return. To Prince Caydeyrn, she was a miracle. She never wanted a crown. Never wanted love. But Caydeyrn offers both like they're hers by right. It's meant to be a pure love story. Wholesome. Romantic. It's supposed to make me swoon. But I don't. Because I don't want the prince. I want the other one. Duke Evander De LaCroix. The king's nephew. Vanished at eight. Returned a man-silent, changed. Not only broken. Twisted. Cold. Predatory. Wrong. The story details there is something unclean in the way he looks at people. Like he's already imagining what their screams might sound like. And when he sees Josephine? He fixates. He hunts her. Watches her like she's prey-like he's already decided to break her. She hides behind Caydeyrn's protection, clutching her innocence like armor. And every time Evander steps onto the page, I can't breathe. Not because I'm scared - but because I wish he looked at me like that. The book says he's wrong. That he's twisted. Dangerous. That Josephine's fear is justified. That Caydeyrn is the right choice. But I don't want safety. I want to be ruined by the villain. It's not their slow-burn romance anymore. It's my obsession. And the worst part? I know he would hate me. He wouldn't love me. He'd see the dark little thing I am and realize that I am not the innocent maiden he obsesses over. I'm lucky if he would ruin me for the fun of it. And God help me, I'd let him. Gladly.

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC