A Strange But Effective Villainess Life Novelas e Histórias

“You seem to grossly underestimate our relationship. But that’s fine. You should be more concerned about what happens if I decide I don’t like you anymore.” In that moment, I felt like Scarlett. I’d never thought myself capable of resorting to lies, threats and schemes to get what I wanted. That had always been her thing. The very quality that made her a villainess. I guess living with her for so long had taught me a thing or two — even if I was only pretending for the sake of scaring the man.

I had not ordered my men to tie her down like that, they were supposed to monitor her, not treat her like a prisoner of war. Yet she remained lying on the bed, not moving an inch, not showing a single sign of panic. Seemed like she was asleep. Then she opened her eyes staring back at me completely expressionless, her dark eyes holding an eerie, stoic calm that unnerved me more than screams ever could. I breathed out a slow exhale to steady myself. Getting closer, I noticed another figure in the room, tucked beside her, with only the top of their head visible beneath the sheets. As I moved closer, the posture and size became unmistakably clear. Who I saw wasn't who I would have ever expected

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

, Leo decided to play it nice as he didn't know this woman and she didn't seem to know who he was either. Cassie put down her coffee and looked up at the stranger who was currently standing there, looking at her waiting for her reply. And if she was to be honest she didn't know how to answer him because she herself didn't know why she had helped him. She had asked herself this question all through the night while she had been tending to him and stayed by his side all through the night and she still couldn't find the answer. All she knew was that there was something about this man that drew her to him. But she wasn't about to tell him that. She the great Cassandra Turner wasn't about admit to

"Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,” "Her methods may have been vicious but that wasn't all she knew. For someone raised in an abusive family, no matter what she did, she had no friends because to her parents they were useless. She had nothing she loved because everything was forced on her, she had to be the model daughter whether she liked it or not." The villainess suffered for everything but she didn't get any recognition. In the case of the female lead, she was stupid, took everything as a joke and messed up the protagoni

That every human being is a fictional character in this book. No wonder, she often heard her lady whining in a low mumble about the 'role' assigned to her. There are the words of her lady that are even engraved in her brain until now. Like: 'I'm sorry. Since I was a villainess at the start of the plot, so you suffer too.' Now, in terms of the new conjectures, they all fit. A role – villainess – a book – destiny. Then, Fuschia's behavior, which sometimes treats other people like they are not real humans, can also be a reference.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

while the others laughed. I could only narrow my eyes since the laugh was so venomous and toxic, similar to that of a snake. “Well, well, well, if the Duchess hadn't done that.” “We ought to have taken more care to avoid upsetting her, I suppose.” "For the time being, it appears that she is who the secret society claims to be." “She's never been a typical person.” “Despite not even being a human, she is bathed in this human aura." “It would be much easier to explain than to kill her, so I suppose we could skip that part.”

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

An old woman with a chill kidnapped her ? Amazing , Marge ! Just amazing ! . No matter how much she hated , Marge . Chelsea had to admit that Marge schemes were quite full proof , no trail could lead up to her and no evidences were left behind . However, the more Chelsea thought about it . The more she realized that Marge was a rather scary woman , she could actually sell a ten year old to a disgusting place without batting an eye and there was the thing with the puppet that fell out of her body .