Side Character, Main Chaos
Cursed Fate
Katerina Volkova
Ughhh this ML is disgusting.
“How can he be so heartless? Letting his guards do such a thing just for revenge?” 😡
Katerina Volkova
If I were in her place, I’d break their bones one by one.
Hell would look kind to them.
(She walks home from boxing class, gloves hanging on her shoulder, sweat still fresh. Phone in one hand, novel open.)
Katerina Volkova
Tch. Mafia my foot. Coward hiding behind guns and men.
Strange men. Black suits. Cold stares.
Before fear can crawl in—
???
“Who the hell are you people?!” 😠
A punch lands. Another kick.
A scream. Bodies hit the ground.
???
“Wrong girl to touch.”(breathing hard)
The guards stumble back—scared.
A tall man in black. Sharp eyes. Calm. Deadly.
An aura that screams power.
???
“…No way.”(whispering)
The man she just cursed while reading.
When Eyes Met the Devil
The guards were still sprawled on the floor—groaning, bleeding, terrified.
But she wasn’t looking at them anymore.
Her eyes were locked on him.
Sharp jaw.
Cold eyes.
An expression that had never known regret.
The man she had just cursed minutes ago while walking home.
The villain who destroyed lives without blinking.
???
No… this is impossible.
He’s fictional.(inner, stunned)
But the air around him was too real.
Too heavy.
He took one step forward.
Every guard stiffened instantly.
He wasn’t angry.
That scared her more.
She straightened her back instinctively.
Her fists were still clenched.
Simple. Flat. No apology.
A guard forced himself up.
“Boss—she attacked first—”
???
“Because I woke up surrounded by armed men.”
“What was I supposed to do, thank you?”
No one talked to him like that.
The ML looked at her again—really looked this time.
The stance.
The balance.
The way her weight was on the balls of her feet.
A fighter, he noted.
For half a second—
her mind went blank.
Two answers tried to surface.
Images flickered—
a girl crying, kneeling, begging for her father’s life.
Then she stopped herself.
???
“You were crying a few hours ago.”
“Now you’re standing like you want a war.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
I don’t know either, she wanted to scream.
She met his gaze—steady, burning.
???
“People change when they realize crying won’t save them.”
Something unreadable crossed his face.
Before he could speak again—
Pain exploded behind her eyes.
Voices.
Memories.
Not hers.
Please… let my father go.
Kneeling. Crying. Breaking.
She staggered one step back—
Her hand brushed her chest.
???
Why do I remember this?
Why does it feel like—(inner, shaken)
Like she had stepped into a scene that already existed.
This time—
she didn’t fight.
Her mind was racing too fast.
Car crash.
Darkness.
This place.
Him.
One terrifying thought started forming—
But she wasn’t ready to accept it.
As they dragged her away, her eyes met his once more.
He watched her like a problem he’d enjoy solving.
And deep inside her chest, dread curled—
Something is very, very wrong.
A Reality I Didn’t Choose
Her head throbs as she’s dragged down a long corridor.
Cold fingers dig into her arms.
That terrifying thought tries to surface again—
???
“Get a grip.”
“This is just… shock.”(inner)
She’s thrown inside a room.
She stumbles, catches herself against the wall.
her breathing comes fast now.
Stone walls.
One chair.
One table.
This isn’t some random gang.
Her gaze falls on her reflection in the steel table.
Eyes bigger than she remembers.
Mila Voronova
“…This isn’t my body.”(inner, shaking)
Memories rush in like a flood she didn’t invite.
A girl crying in this same room.
Hands clasped together.
A voice begging for mercy.
Father… please…
Those memories don’t belong to her.
A novel.
A mafia king.
A betrayed father.
A weak girl who kneels…
The terrifying thought finally crashes through.
Mila Voronova
“…I’m inside the novel.”(whispering)
Mila Voronova
Her legs almost give out
Of all people—
Of all characters—
She clenches her jaw, anger cutting through fear
Mila Voronova
“The side character.”
“The one who disappears.”(inner)
Her hands curl into fists.
Her posture straightens instantly.
She wipes every trace of panic from her face.
The man who watched her like a puzzle.
Something sharp flickers in them.
Nikolai Vetrovin
“You’re quieter now.”
Mila Voronova
She lifts her chin.
Mila Voronova
“I was thinking.”(steady)
Nikolai Vetrovin
“About what?”
Mila Voronova
“About how badly this story underestimates me.”
And somewhere deep in her chest—
Breaking the plot means catching his attention
And in this world?
That might be more dangerous than death.
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