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Saving the Villain

The Devil’s Den was Cosette’s favorite webnovel that she had followed for three whole years. She waited for updates, wallow in those empty days during the author’s constant hiatuses, cry and laugh with the characters; it was already a part of her short life. Cosette really wished that the novel would never end despite that she was terminally ill. But after three years, The Devil’s Den finally came to an end. With a reader as invested as Cosette, she had mixed emotions about the ending. Not that the ending was disappointing, but what disheartened her was the ending of her favorite character; the villain Maxen Devilsin. One year later, Cosette took her last breath only to wake up in the body of the stunning Cosette Blac; the villainess of the novel The Devil’s Den, her second favorite character after the villain. Granted with the opportunity to live in the world of her favorite novel before the main story starts, Cosette had a plan. That was to simp over the characters and save her favorite characters whilst hoping that the female and male lead still have their happy ending. In a world that was already written and events that were expected to happen whether or not they wanted to, can Cosette change the course of their lives? Was overwriting the characters' fate could save them? Or would it just give them a much worse ending than what the author had given them? Watch Cosette as she tried to become the superfan and give the dark-themed story some light. ---- A part of the Wild Series: Wild Young Fan: Saving the Villain! Cover photo not mine. Credits to the artist.

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A broken home built by broken people

[ PRESENT TIME ]

Maynard excused himself to go back to his room, as he had drunk a few shots before asking Asher to drink with him. He swayed at each step back to his room, and when he reached his destination, Maynard didn't enter. Instead, he leaned his side against the jamb of the door. 

"Hah… why am I acting like this now?" he murmured, dragging his feet inside. But Maynard didn't go straight to bed. He went straight to the bookshelf, raising a hand to take out the book he would usually pick each time for whatever reason. 

The book was old and used, very unlike the books that were on the bookshelf. When he opened it, Maynard searched for a particular page until he found the reason he would take this book out occasionally. 

There, kept inside the book, was a woman's portrait. 

"Stella," he whispered, planting his fingertips on her portrait's beautiful face. "Darling…"