A Strange But Effective Villainess Life Novelas e Histórias

She chuckled and took a sip. "Villains are meant to die so they could leave their happy ending." Good point. "We are the villains in this story, correct? We cause misery because we have been drowning in it. But villains are victims too. We just learn to fight for ourselves." I wanted to defend us but she was right. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Jane."

“I’m a spoiled heiress. A homewrecker.” The words sounded rehearsed. Like accusations she had heard too many times… and finally believed. Her eyes shimmered, but she refused to let tears fall. “I’m nothing, Chaos,” she whispered. “Just a villain.” A shaky breath left her. “And your world is better off without me.” Silence filled the car. Chaos said nothing. Did nothing. He simply watched her, as if trying to understand how someone so fiercely strong could carry so much quiet self-hatred.

Now, either that man was always thrilled by the prospect of having a near death experience… or… he had an unhealthy obsession with flowers and flower vases. Security appeared almost immediately on our floor and went in for the woman— a blonde haired, pretty woman with boobs so huge and so fake that they barely moved out of place despite her crazy movements. She was beautiful… you know, the kind that somehow managed to make plastic surgery work for them, which made it even more confusing. What was so fucking special about Adonis Blackwell? “You!” The venomousness in that word alone was enough to rouse me out of my thoughts and send chills down my spine as the strawberry blond tore herself awa

He assured again. Right, Alex is the villain of the book. She must have forgotten cause he is locked up as Elijah said. All these made sense but deep down, her heart was still disagreeing with what he said. What is happening to her? Why did she suddenly feel bad when he said the villain have being locked away? She had many unending questions that would never be answered cause she was the only one who has the answer. "Very well then. I apologize for distracting your meeting. You can go on." She said warmly and left the room.

she added, folding her arms smugly. Rose's eyes narrowed as she stared at Brindle with disgust. "You think you can get away with everything, don’t you? You’re nothing but a desperate, conniving coward trying to ruin other people’s lives because you can't stand your own misery. You are an evil person; villains aren’t born, they are created. A demon on earth. I will make sure you pay for it. Your mother must be somewhere regretting giving birth to someone like you."

But judging by the way she flickered him away from herself with just her fingers showed the immense abilities she had within herself. "I come in peace, Alpha Jacob Shepard." The strange woman raised her arms in surrender, even though she could still flicker her fingers to all the warriors in the room and bring down Jacob's pack in seconds. My heart was racing and I could not decide whether to run to Jacob or to the strange woman whose aura called to my soul… where did I meet her I darted at her with furrowed brows, confused with skeptical sentiments. Jacob toiled to get up from the floor and I guessed that the strange woman's hand gesture did more damage than I witnessed.

He knew instantly that she was not ordinary. So when he eventually learned exactly who she was, the granddaughter of Don Victor, the girl everyone thought was hidden away, fragile, or foolish, he wasn’t shocked in the least. He had long understood the one Don Victor kept hidden was no fool at all. Far from it. She was a brilliant medical expert, skilled and knowledgeable, and even more remarkably, a natural-born business strategist, sharp, cold, and calculating. It became clear to him then that the old man hadn’t hidden her away to protect her weakness; he had hidden her like a weapon, sharpening her in secret, waiting for the day she would return to take revenge on all those who had betraye

Besides, a villain usually had sharper senses, and that was why it was not easy for the hero to defeat them. Vivian wouldn't say she was the hero here, but she was sure that Lily was the villain, and that woman also had the sharp senses of a true villain. Even if she hadn't said anything, Lily could already tell that she was hiding something, and Vivian knew that it wasn't a good sign for her. 'That mysterious man seems to be rich and powerful, and judging from this woman's temperament, she might soon hire people to investigate. If that man finds out, I'll be in trouble,' she thought to herself instead of immediately responding to the older woman.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su