Romans & histoires A Strange But Effective Villainess Life

"Lily, you can't possibly be thinking of doing something so awful to your brother. You are just joking right." the girl tried to convince Lily against such a heinous crime. "Maybe." Lily said with a vicious smirk on her face. "Lily..." "Enough of your advices. Let's talk about our discovery. Do you know how rich we could be with this plant?" "But we don't know how dangerous it could be?" the girl protested. "It doesn't matter. We aren't the ones using it"

Taylor and Olivia took their fighting poses, fearful of who this strange woman was . " Threat not, Young ones, " The woman said. " I am not your enemy, " " Who are you?" Taylor asked. " My name is Morgan Graveheart, and I am the former follower of Zai, " Started by the stranger's answer, the insides of Elizabeth's stomach became fluttered with the metaphorical constructs of butterflies. " Did I hear that right?, " June asked. The strange woman kept the witch detective in suspense as she quickly cast a second spell on the manananggal.

She might have known her name because of her popularity and her frustration earlier, but it doesn't mean she’s going to be of any help to her. The arrogant lady scanned the stranger’s appearance. She’s nothing but a disgusting beggar. “How could you be of help? You don't even seem to have the capability to provide the help that you need,” she mocked, still having the spirit of a bully in her in spite of being scolded by the Queen earlier. The strange woman, once again, showed her ring to Charlotte as if prompting her that it was the answer to her question. “I can help you have your revenge against Migumi. All you have to do is accept this ring I’m offering to you,” she said in a creepy low v

"It’s important to be with someone who sees you for who you are, not just who they want you to be." She glances at me again. “What about you Zack? What kind of woman do you see yourself with?” I chuckle nervously. How can I indirectly describe her to her? “Well,” I clear my throat before I speak. "Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it before. My life’s been…complicated, and relationships were never something I focused on." I forced myself to say this. However, it’s half true. I really never focused on such things because I was too busy murdering my enemies and rivals. That’s why I also never experienced a peaceful life. Every day, I shed blood and break bones. I have done the deadlies

He didn't believe in villains and good guys, because he knew that Karila wasn't a delicate flower, but if there was a conviction in him, it was that that woman was indeed a little better than the others and intimately she was his villain favorite in the game. Karila lost herself in a long look with her, but then looked away without saying anything right away, she knew she needed that information, and she knew even more that it was crazy to use that woman as a bait, but she couldn't help it... She was just silently grateful that someone was brave enough to beat himself in the chest and say that he would take the responsibilities that were his. In 36 years of her life, few people had positione

"Lily. She is a stranger, but she battles as if born in the mafia. That is not natural. That is dangerous." Elder Vincenzo leaned back in his chair, looking at us. "And why is she a threat?" I took a quick breath. "Because she beat me." The room was hushed. A few of the elders raised their brows, clearly surprised. Elder Vittorio, who was among the eldest, chuckled. "So, let me understand… You, Vivian, one of our best fighters, lost to a woman who is not even from our world?" I gritted my teeth. "Yes."

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Again and again and again and again and— She presses her fingers to her sternum. Breathes. The candle gutters as a draft moves through the room. The flame holds. She is seventeen years old. She lives inside the most hidden territory on the continent, protected by the most ancient bloodline in the known world, surrounded by women who have devoted their lives to preserving hers. She has never been to war. She has never been in danger. She has, by every material measure available to her, been perfectly safe since the moment she was born.

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

Pure awe. She had looked into the face of a monster she knew better than anyone, and she did not just run. She fought. She schemed. She marched into the heart of a werewolf festival and bet her entire future on a stranger’s strength. The sheer courage of that left me breathless. She was not a victim in this life. She was a warrior who picked her own battleground and, against all odds, picked me as her weapon, her salvation.