Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie snapped her eyes wide open, slick hair alongside her drenched face was all she got as she panted hard and deep the moment she sprung upright on the familiar bed she rested for quite some time.

She needed to take a moment, gasping for more air as she looked around her. 

The same motif of the ceiling and the walls came, except for a spacious area as what seemed like broken furniture was removed, and from there she knew it was a bed-chamber allocated to Keith and her.

Speaking of Keith, realization dawned upon her as she looked to her side, and not a discernible speck of his presence was nowhere to be found.

She was all alone on the bed.

Peering downwards, she noticed she donned the peignoir that she had for as much as she could remember what happened recently. 

But then, aside from Keith, she had yet to look for Ashtra and Jonathan for where they were at the moment.

When she was about to move, a sudden strain came from her arms, even propping her palms on the cozy, warm quilt. 

Never had she been this weary, even after all the times she had it with him, and it remained like what it was then.

'No, no, no, I'd say I feel much better but different as to how I fully recovered every time the curse came…'

Most importantly, she became too speechless, as she even got to return to the world where she came from: despite how crazy it sounded for a mere dream or reality, and how gagged she became even to witness what happened.

Her hands now ran through her face, slowly going upwards as she hummed deep for how vivid that kind of dream was then.

Right now, a part of her didn't want to face Keith, for he saw who she was back then.

All of her hair stood on ends for the grand reveal she never expected; being in his shoes, it must've been so hard for him.

Although she still held on with the idea, despite the true villainess that dragged him from the realistic dreams, he somehow made his decision the way he did it: to react against her.

'I definitely have a lot to explain, for the rest of them…'

Dream or not, meeting Daisy in such a bad situation broke her heart, even after what she witnessed and how things currently happened between Mystique and her— perhaps so many things have passed, and what developed then.

Considering the villainess' words how she fared in the world, she thrived and abused her abilities more than she ever could.

Indeed, she couldn't help but wallow in regret, for she created a dangerous monster, and now roaming in her world. In her mind, who knew what else she had done with tricks up in her sleeves.

But then, things went on haywire with how aggressive Mystique got, even forcing Nathalie to use the penultimate weakness of characters in the story.

It was only a surface on the series as she planned to elaborate it on her upcoming projects; but for now, she placed it as a draft, but never did she think that it was efficient enough.

What mattered to her the most was the manuscript she spoke of, and she shuddered right away about it having to do with what she called the sudden interference in the life she had inside the story— in a form of golden light.

'I remember how she was surprised to see me and even Jonathan, only to find out about Ashtra…' 

Though she didn't have any time to dilly-dally further; as she tried to get through the day, like she always hustled through her life, she wondered to give Jonathan a holler, by dropping him a message through the smartphone.

From the nightstand, she pulled the drawer, and fortunate enough, the pouch was there for her to grab in an instant.

'Wait…' Upon pondering, she paused for a hot minute, noticing from the home screen, the time and date popped up with what she realized. 'Already about a week has passed since?!'

Subconsciously, she bit her fingernails for she lost so much time, only to be in deep rest, and she couldn't help but overlook through the windows.

She then wiped off her sweat with her flared sleeves. 'Hot and all in broad daylight…'

Pressing the call button, the phone vibrated, and she became too giddy waiting for his response.

Yet it didn't take long as Jonathan accepted it with a booming voice, "Miss Quinn! You're awake!"

She pulled away, leaning her back against the headboard from his loud response, and before she could even reply, a sudden bang came from the door, leaving it ajar in front of her.

It was the door that led to Jonathan's bed-chamber, and from there, he popped out with twins behind him. They became rather fearful in front of her.

'What's wrong with him? Is he crazy?'

Nathalie gave him a long face of what seemed to have become a bit dubious.

He soon brisked his way to her, and then stood at the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, she was about to open her mouth, when his palm landed on her forehead and her neck.

[W—What are you doing?] Unsure of his actions, she ought to ask him with deep concern on his face.

"So, it really is you…"

She typed once again on her phone. [Are you tripping? Of course, it's me! Crazy to think I've been asleep for so many days!]

Jonathan gulped hard. "Indeed, so many things have happened. Which do you want to hear: Keith, Ashtra, This city?"

'This city?' Clearly enough, she got taken aback by his choices, but then what mattered to her the most was the first.

[Where is Keith?]

The twins now gazed at him as he sighed deeply.

"He's in my room, been resting for a long time as well— I think he woke up about two days earlier than yours…"

'Oh, was he—? But… Oh, goodness…'

Nathalie's lips parted, trying to put words in her mouth but then left unspoken, which then had him continue with his words.

"Want to go check him?"