Novel & Cerita A Strange But Effective Villainess Life

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.

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 comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.