A Strange But Effective Villainess Life Novels & Stories

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

she muttered firmly, her gaze hardening. Clenching her fists, she reminded herself not to be deceived by her current circumstances. She was Alia, not Livia—not the owner of this castle, nor a carefree noblewoman. She was a thief, someone who had survived her previous life through wit and courage. In this new life, she would continue to live by that identity, uncover the truth, and seize control of her destiny. She refused to let herself be molded by her environment.

She'd lived that way for a while now and it had been great so far, nothing short of bliss, ecstasy and drunkenness that left her feeling wonderful. "I have to bring another man back" she told herself in front of the mirror, seemingly reaching a resolve. Ever since that stranger, she hadn't done the deed with anyone. Somehow, she felt attached to that strange man and it was exactly that sense of loyalty and commitment that she wanted to totally remove from her system and she was going to do so tonight. This was the new life she had chosen to live. Val turned to leave the room but suddenly, her head buzzed shortly and her view became hazy. She reached her hands to the sink for support but her

It's just an illusion. I blinked, but the scene in front of me didn't disappear. It was real, but I realized what he meant. His words gave me a little strength to believe in myself. Esther is a manipulator, a witch, and a vampire. She is the perfect combination of all the features of a perfect villain. She doesn't have to force people to do what she wants.

“And you know what villains do, Victor? They rewrite the script.” He tilted his head. “Rewriting the script is one thing. Controlling the narrative is another. The media’s already on her side. She’s painting herself as the fragile heroine.” I scoffed. “Fragile? That woman is anything but fragile. She’s calculated, deliberate. Every word she utters is a weapon aimed at me.” Victor shrugged. “And people love a heroine who bleeds. You’ve given her the stage.” I stepped closer, lowering my tone. “Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.”

The kind that made a room feel safer. Her hologram started ringing before Vera could answer. Belinda glanced at it, saw the caller, and ignored it so quickly it almost made Vera laugh. Then she walked farther into the house to explore, slower now but steadier than before. The girl was strange, dangerous, kind, and strong in a way that did not need applause. She had given water to strangers, saved a child, fed a dragon, planted food, and somehow created a house in a place where no sane person expected shelter. Those were the things Belinda liked. Not titles. Not empty royal manners. Not polished cowards who abandoned children and called it honor. And as she stood there, with the sound of her

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.