A Strange But Effective Villainess Life Novelas e Histórias

I was a CEO. I felt like strange things kept happening to me as of late. I noticed that a woman kept showing up everywhere I went. Of course, I was an extremely handsome, wealthy, and talented billionaire. It was only natural for me to be surrounded by women of all sorts. But that woman was different. Why? Well, I'd never met such an oddball in my entire life. She tripped over nothing and fell right in front of me on her first day of work. The coffee she was holding ended up splashing all over my suit.

She watched as the man headed back inside the hospital. He was the strange one, not her, how could he just walk up and start saying things no one understood. Struggling, she sauntered into the car, plastering herself to the door, and holding her drugs tightly to her chest. She's never taken drugs before even when she was sick, and she was excited to know how they tasted like. Would the sickness vanish immediately she swallowed them?

"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."

she asked, showing me Zayne’s smartphone. That idiot left it with her. What if she is some spy set to destroy this city? “Touching his phone makes you special?” I replied, trying to act unmoved even though I had never dared touch that phone without expecting to be amputated. “Exactly…” She grinned widely. “You see, Valerie. You should be more humble.” “Venom,” I corrected instinctively, even though I knew she’d used my real name on purpose. “Your life isn’t as untouchable as you think, Valerie. I warned you earlier. I could end your life right here in this so-called city of yours with just a snap of my finger.”

Calista’s POV I stared at the photograph on my screen, my fingers trembling slightly against the desk. Calista Drevane. My name was written beneath Evren Sable’s signature. I enlarged the image again, hoping I had somehow misread it, but the letters remained unchanged. “What the hell is this?” I whispered. I had read The Last Dawn enough times to remember the important details of Evren’s life. Yet nowhere in the novel was there any mention of his connection to District Twelve, much less a

And the story had begun to bend around him. I was out of book. The woman’s mask turned, and her glassy eyes found me. “And you,” she said. She studied me for a moment, from my bandaged feet to my tangled hair. “You’re the girl from the dormitory.” “I’m…” My mouth had gone dry. “No.” She turned away, dismissive as a door closing. “You don’t matter. You’re not on my list.” I blinked. In a world where everyone had hated me on sight, being ignored by the villains was a new experience.

the bitter, festering rage of a woman who had watched Leander Voss build a fortress around Wren Whitfield, leaving Vivienne on the outside of the dynasty she felt entitled to share. She was dangerous, intelligent, and utterly untrustworthy. "You think you are offering me a lifeline, Vivienne," I murmured, leaning forward until my face was inches from hers across the steel partition, my pale eyes burning with an ancient, cold hatred. "You think you can purchase my life's work with a Singapore bank account and a flash drive." Vivienne didn't flinch, her gaze steady as iron. "I am offering you your freedom." "I don't work for people," I told her, my voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper tha

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

The other time, I almost ingested poison from picking up a fruit around the garden, thankfully, Joewella was there to stop me. I couldn't help but slump my head on the table as I groaned in frustration. I think Victoria survived all these years because of Joewella. I stared at the woman who is cheerfully humming as she swept the dried leaves off the ground. I bet she's not an ordinary maid, no one could detect a bomb unless they know much about it. A smirk played on my lips as I sat back. I don't care about her secrets, as long as she won't stab me from the back, I would call her my ally.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.