The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 14

-5 hours later-

I stepped out of the library with a loud yawn. I spent so long at the library reading and writing that my hand is swollen from writing, my back is already sore and my butt is numb from sitting so much, don't get me started on my brain, it's already fried. Just thinking about it is giving me a headache. I just want to plop on the big comfy bed and sleep till morning.

I looked out the giant arched window. The orange hue filled the blue sky and the sun was already a semi-circle on the far horizon. 'The sun is already setting. Geez how long have I spent in the library'

I glanced down at my journal with my new found information. "Oh whatever at least I got every information I needed. That's one thing crossed off my list" I stretched my arms, yawning.

*Rumble Rumble*

My stomach was rumbling from emptiness. I was too caught up in writing and reading that I forgot to eat something. Reminds me of back when I was studying for my doctor's degree. I didn't sleep a wink neither ate until I finished. 'What times they were'.

'I'm going to go to the kitchen and make something for myself to eat after all the kitchen staff aren't nice when making Diana's food. They give me the crappiest food they could make.'

Poor Diana had to eat plain and bland food for years unable to say anything about it because no one cared not even her father, step mother or sister. No wonder her body is so weak and fragile. I feel like I could snap a bone or something just by walking a few steps.

'Well time to make myself something to eat.'

I strolled through the humongous hall way with a plate of chicken sandwich I whipped up in the kitchen.

Those fucking kitchen staff were so stubborn and annoying, they wouldn't let me make anything because they already made me something to eat. They just wanted me to eat the crap they carelessly made for me.

I was pissed that I bent the chef's hand and told him if he was going to stop me from cooking, I will break every bone of his body if he didn't move out of my way while watching him squirm in pain begging me to let go. I guess my hunger got to me that I threatened to hurt a guy.

'Never mess with a hungry assassin or you will be it's prey' even my brother never got in my way when it came to food.

He finally agreed and let me do my thing. It was odd though, while I was cooking, they watched from the corner curiously, some even drooled at the smell of fried chicken.

I may have kind of felt bad at my rude temper that I made everyone a slice to enjoy before leaving to my room.