A Villainess For The Tyrant 소설 & 이야기

"I told you that you would be imprisoned in hell and tortured... You, you, what are you going to do?" The middle-aged woman, who was originally complacent, suddenly changed her face. Because the power of the King of Hell failed to stop Caspian from killing her. Instead, he increased his strength and quickly refined the middle-aged beautiful woman, who called herself the Venerable of Hell, into the four domains. "No, no, no... please spare me. Please spare me, Your Excellency!" At this point, the middle-aged beautiful woman also lost her previous arrogance and begged for mercy.

But it is still okay, beside who doesn't want a body that have smooth and soft fair skin. Adding her Goddess look and a cute face when surprise like a toddler. It is a shame the original owner of the body that she possess uses her looks to bully the heroine. But anyways, it only made them close together and she being the supporting villainess got killed by the hands of the Emperor, the main villainess. And cause havoc when the female lead reject him for the male lead. Because of his system eating vinegar, half of the Empire go blown away by his Thunderstorm along with his Dark magic.

He saw his Betas manhandling her. Instantly, the Alpha spirit within him roared with fury. No one would harm his mate. No one. "Enough!" he had roared, shielding her with his body. "She is the one I claim!" His men, stunned by his power, had immediately backed down. He crouched down and looked at the broken woman before him. In her dead eyes, he could read the entire story. The betrayal, the deceit, the despair. Just as the prophecy had said.

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 was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

"I know you ran to your little hero, thinking he'd save the day. But let me tell you right now, your Prince Charming is no match for this villain standing next to you. Valtor's breath danced across Valeria's ear, sending shivers down her spine. "For defying me and for every delay, I'll show you the fate that awaits you and all those who go against me. And to make sure you understand the gravity of your mistakes, you'll watch me destroy your happiness and the happiness of those you hold dear. You'll watch them suffer, and you'll know it's all because of your defiance." A sinister smile spread across Valtor's face. "I have a special surprise waiting for you milady, one that will keep you on yo

My grip on his hair tightens. “Alright! Alright!” he winces in pain. “Tell me!” I yell again. “Marcellus…” he begins, his voice strained. “He’s aiming to take control of all the major territories. And you… you’re in his way.” My expression hardens, though the answer is exactly what I expected. “So he thinks he can take me down, does he?” my voice is cold. “He sent you to steal those documents, to cripple me before making his move.”

she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up. They're not illusions—I can feel their heartbeats, their breath, their rage and fear and desperate hunger. These are the roads not taken, given flesh and fury, and every single one of them wants to be the only Selene who walks away from this place. "Well," the Tyrant-me says, her voice like mine but carved from ice and authority, "isn't this delightfully morbid." She surveys the others with the casual disdain of someone who's spent lifetimes ruling through fear. "I suppose we're meant to fight until only one remains? How pedestrian."

“Oh, I would call such a male worse than a traitor, and I would say to him that his time is coming, for him and all his ilk.” Somehow, she draws herself even taller. It’s impossible to tell; her skirts are so long, but by the way they dust the floor, I could almost swear she’s floating. “Do you know why my weeds took root here in your territory, Alpha?” The change in direction seems to throw him. He’s still looking for an answer when the witch says, “I’ll tell you. This young male here. Your traitor. He’s very clever. He mixed the old dirt with fresh soil. So simple. Essential, though, when the old dirt has become barren.”

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r