Reincarnated as the Villain's Cat

Crushed by a chandelier, I woke up as a cat in a gothic mansion. Not just any cat, but the pet of Killian Ravendell, the cold, ruthless villain destined for execution. Now, I must survive in a world where my existence is a paradox, and perhaps, change the fate of the feared Duke.

Pain. A sharp, blinding pain exploded through my skull, followed by silence. I tried to move, but my body felt weightless, like I was floating in empty space. Memories flooded back: the movie set, the flickering chandelier, and then—CRASH.

I died.

But instead of the afterlife, I woke up. The first thing I noticed was the luxurious softness beneath me, then the scent of lavender and something smoky. I forced my eyes open to find myself in a gothic, ridiculously extravagant bedroom.

I tried to jolt upright, but instead of arms, tiny black paws flopped against the silk sheets. My gaze flickered to a long, fluffy tail attached to me. My whiskers trembled. No. No, no, NO.

I scrambled to my paws and made a mad dash across the room, only to trip and faceplant. Shakily, I got up and spotted a full-length mirror. A sleek black cat with big round golden eyes stared back. I was the cat.

After a long, suffering pause, I meowed, "WHAT THE HELL?!"

This wasn’t heaven. This wasn’t hell. This was… Duke Killian Ravendell’s estate. The cold, ruthless, feared villain of the novel I’d read. And I was his pet. Oh. Oh, this is BAD.

Reincarnated as the Villain's Cat

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