I WOKE UP IN MY OWN STORY

The Plot Twist I Didn't Sign Up For

I woke up to the sound of... growling.
Not my stomach. Not a dog. A bed.

The mattress beneath me vibrated like it was possessed by bad Wi-Fi, and when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in my room in Nairobi anymore. The walls were stone, the window was barred, and the whole place smelled like regret mixed with lavender-scented doom.

"Nope," I muttered, sitting up. "This isn't my life. This is a Wattpad draft."

Because it was.
My Wattpad draft.

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep at my laptop while writing a scene where my heroine gets trapped in a haunted bed. Cute idea, right? Until I blinked and realized I was lying in it.

Then came the voice.
"Finally awake," it said, dripping with sass and betrayal.

I whipped my head around—only to see my cat, Sir Meowington, perched majestically on a velvet chair like he owned the place. Except now... he could talk.

"You've been an absolutely terrible author," he said, licking his paw. "And since you've written yourself into this mess, I've decided to betray you."

"Excuse me?" I choked. "Since when do cats betray?"

"Since always," he purred. "You just never paid attention."

Before I could argue, the floor split open. A glowing red portal flared, and out of it climbed... oh no. Oh. No.

A man with horns, glowing eyes, leather pants tight enough to be illegal, and the kind of smirk that made you both furious and curious.

My demon boyfriend.
The one I wrote as a joke.

"You summoned me by accident," he said, rolling his shoulders like a model in a cursed perfume ad. "Now you're mine."

I blinked. Twice. "Can I return to sender?"

"No refunds."

And as if that wasn't enough, the door slammed open. In marched my real-life best friend, Amina... wearing a wedding dress.

"Surprise," she announced. "We're married in this universe. Legally. There's paperwork." She tossed a scroll at me. "Also, there's only one bed in our honeymoon suite. And, by the way, it's haunted."

I looked at the cat.
I looked at the demon.
I looked at my best friend in lace.

And all I could say was:

"AM SORRY, WHAT?!"