A Villainess For The Tyrant Mga Nobela at Kwento

The fuck I care about his existence? "Why would she waste energy for unimportant persons? It will be a great honor if ever she will come. You see, the copy of her is a trash. Fake. And useless." Ani Mom na kakaiba ang personalidad ngayon. She's so serious yet calm. A calm thunderstorm. "DABU!" Matigas na pagsang-ayon ni Tyrant na may hawak pang kutsara. "Your son's cute. What is his name?" Naka-ngiting sabi ni Alessandra na namamangha kay Tyrant.

Hinawakan ni Primo ang braso ng mama niya pero iniwas nito ang braso at mas lumapit kay Selene. Nagulat pa si Selene nang kinuha ni tita ang mga kamay niya at pinisil iyon. I couldn't believe what was happening. "I'm still fascinated how Claret looks like you. Selene? Selene, you are so beautiful. You don't deserve to be a mistress." Kita ko ang kinang sa mga mata ni Tita. I've never seen that look of her at me.

Nagtaka ako at the same time ay kinabahan. "Nagpapakilala ako Ginoo. Hindi ako ang tunay na ako sa mundong ito. Iba ako, sa pisikal at emosyonal na aspeto. Gumagamit ako ng pana't palaso para pumatay ng mga nilalang. Kung inaakala mong mabait ako, nagkakamali ka. Dahil wala sa singkwenta porsyento ang tunay na ako sa mundong ito. Ako si Atyrrah, ang Prinsesa ng Acranum"

My spies didn’t wear armor — they wore smiles. That night, I stood just outside the council chamber. The shadows wrapped around me like silk. Sa loob, naririnig ko ang mga lalaking dapat ay tapat sa amin — pero ngayon, nilalason ang hangin. > “Damian listens to her more than us.” “She moves trade routes for her allies.” “She wants a throne of her own.” Tapos narinig ko si Vargas, the snake himself: > “A woman like her doesn’t share power. She steals it.”

Itinaas niya ang kanang kamay at sumumpa. “I, Elizabeth Stheno Vasiliev, descendant of the ancient blood, bearer of the serpent’s will, stand before the empire and all its shadows. I do not wear this name for power, but for duty, for those I protect, and for the ones I have lost.” She pauses and takes a deep breath. “I swear by blood, by mind, and by fire, that I shall not falter, nor betray, and that I shall uphold the creed of the Vasiliev Empire until my last breath is taken, and my soul joins the ashes of those who came before me.”

"Pwede kong maibigay sa'yo 'yan, Dahlia." Muling napuno si Dahlia ng pag-asa ngunit kasing bilis ng pagtaas nito ay siya ring bilis ng pagkakabagsak. "Pero kailangan mong magtrabaho sa VIP." Alam ni Dahlia kung anong ibig nitong sabihin. Ang pagtatrabaho sa VIP ay may parehong kahulugan ng pagiging bayarang babae. "To tell you the truth, I can give you much more than you need."

I am sure I did not do wrong to her! Mabilis na pumuti ang mga mata niya at nangisay. Hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko. Napaatras ako sa kaniya nang simulan na siya palibutan ng mga taong nakakita sa kaniya. Napatingin sa akin si Vincent, and I was looking at him back, trying to communicate him that I did nothing with her. "Save us from living hell, my queen! Who arth born in water and wine, in fang and wand! Let your power of light rule in world of slaves. You, the queen of underground, creature and ruler of all us. Please let us free. Hear our plea!"

At doon ko narealize ang mas nakakatakot na bagay. Planned ito. Controlled. Hindi nila ako gustong patayin. Gusto nila akong makita ito. Gusto nilang panoorin akong masira. “Tingnan mo siya,” bulong ng lalaking nasa suit. “The mighty Torren Villanueva. The king who burned cities for one woman.” Humigpit ang panga ni Torren. Pero hindi pa rin siya gumagalaw.

Ang tanging naiwan sa akin ay ang sarili ko, at ang pagnanais kong makita siyang bumagsak. "Maghintay ka lang, Dante," bulong ko sa kawalan, habang ang bagong lakas ay unti-unting bumabalik sa aking mga ugat. "Ituring mo man akong pag-aari mo, isipin mo man na nasa ilalim ako ng paa mo... huwag kang magkakamali. Ang Seraphina Voss na kilala mo noon ay wala na. Ang natira rito ngayon... ay ang babaeng sisira sa'yo."

Knowing she couldn't defeat the elders head-on, Katya orchestrated a fake betrayal to save Zephyra's life. She set the trap in that cold cathedral, making herself the ultimate villain so that Zephyra would fight with the savage fury of a betrayed lover—the only kind of fury strong enough to break through the ambush and escape Russia alive. When Zephyra’s blade tore through Katya’s face, Katya hadn't fought back with her full strength. She had bled willingly, letting Zephyra hate her, because hate was a weapon that would keep Zephyra alive, while the truth would have only made her stay and die for love.