Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead

The soft fabric of her white button-up shirt clung to her form in ways that defied gravity, the embroidered label over her chest reading, in bold, taunting letters:

Aphrodite.

It was unbuttoned just enough to make me sweat, exposing a sliver of skin that gleamed like polished marble.

I quickly looked back at my screen, my face heating up. "I'm busy," I muttered, my voice cracking slightly.

"Oh, I can see that." Her tone was a purr now, dripping with amusement.

She shifted her weight, bending slightly so that her presence pressed closer, her scent covered with a pinch of fresh lavender.

"You seem...invested."

I tried to ignore her. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching as a blinding flash of black covered Noah. 

Fuck.

The more I saw it, the more I realised how much this boy had fucked my plot.

For we weren't just writing some mortal, useless books.

No. 

Our plot was the World's fate.

Our characters were real, living beings.

And most importantly, our words were the only faith they preached.

For we were their creator. 

We were their Gods-

"You look tense," Aphrodite whispered, his voice tickling my ears as she bent closer to me.

Her voice was like silk slipping over bare skin. "Having trouble with your... creation?"

My hand twitched. I couldn't let her win. "No trouble," I bit out, forcing a bitter laugh. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Oh, do you now?" she teased, her finger lazily tracing a circle on my shoulders.

She leaned in further, her blurred face tilting towards mine, her body so close I could feel her...warmth.

"Then why does it look like your precious character is about to ruin everything?"

I swallowed hard, trying not to notice how her shirt shifted as she moved.

My nails dug into the wood of the desk, grounding me. "He's not ruining anything," I hissed.

"He's just...off script. For now."

Her laugh was a soft, sultry thing, a sound that made my skin crawl and tingle all at once.

"Mmm, off script? Sounds like your control is slipping, Az—"

"Do. Not. Take. My. Name." I warned her, my head snapping towards her, and for a brief moment, I wished I hadn't.

Her body was pure temptation, a weapon honed to destroy mortals and gods alike.

She tilted her head, the blur of her face almost mocking me.

I let out a shaky breath, forcing a grin. "No," I growled, shaking my head. "I know exactly what to do."

I turned back to the screen, my lips twisting into a wicked grin as Noah stumbled into the dimly lit room.

He was holding the Book of Sin, which had its first page fully open now.

My grin widened, nails digging deeper into the wood.

"If this fucking character thinks he can escape the fate I gifted him, then I'll just make his life even more miserable."

Aphrodite straightened, her laughter ringing out like soft bells. "Careful, darling," she cooed, stepping back with a deliberate sway of her hips.

"Obsession has a way of turning on its master."

I didn't reply, refusing to give her the satisfaction.

Her footsteps faded, and I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

But her words lingered, teasing the edges of my mind. Obsession. Control. Chaos.

I clenched my fists, leaning back in my chair as my grin sharpened.

"Let's see how far you can go, Noah," I muttered, my eyes gleaming with dark intent. "Let's see how far you can run from me."

And then I leaned forward, materializing the artifact that made me a 'God'. 

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[SYSTEM]

Hehehe~

It was time to twist the knife just a little deeper.

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Every single nut in my bolt got loose.

Yeah—what the actual—

Um. UM. UMM.

The World's Greatest Secret?

I blinked rapidly, my mind struggling to piece together what I had just heard.

At first, I entertained the thought that this was some elaborate bluff.

A joke.

Maybe I was hallucinating from exhaustion and the pain in my fists. But I knew that I was wrong.

It no longer looked like it was some old, worn, and battered book; like something you would find rotting in the corner of a forgotten library.

No. It's black leather shined brighter then ever and every single tear I had managed to made to had disappeared.

If that wasn't enough, then there was the fact that the book was placed open in front of me. 

Wait. What was I even waiting for?

Fuck.

I dragged my legs close to the book, staring at the pristine white page that was kept open in front of me.

My heart raced, the rapid beating filling my ears.

Slowly and carefully, I lifted it closer, holding it as if it were the most fragile thing in the world.

And then...I read the words on the first page.

[Your world is but a fiction novel.]

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[It's a fantasy.]

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