Novel & Cerita A Villainess For The Tyrant

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

With rage burning deep in her eyes and heart she muttered at him "I will get my revenge you illegitimate bastard scum-" Fwoosh. With a downwards strike of his blade, her head came clean off and she plunged into darkness. With a solemn prayer in her heart, she wished and prayed that if there is any God or sovereign being out there somewhere, who knows she has been treated unfairly. She pleaded for a second chance to get her revenge and truly live up to the name of 'Kyra the Tyrant Villainess'. It's warm, she thought to herself. Is this what death feels like?

Knowing what I was speaking about so well, Tyson nodded with eyes glitning with worry, “That one thing is right… She’s a woman of many faces. Her parties and banquets are nothing more than power plays. Forming alliances… and building up her connections.” My gaze hardened as I couldn’t help but speak, “One of her hobbies is taking noblewomen as a mistress of her husband, but she’ll treat them like cattle and will murder their newborns… I can even remember one of those girls daring to argue with her, but she ended up being severely punished for defying her and killing more.” Shocked, Tyson’s face churned with disgust while his eyes glinted with anger. “No one is sad with her. Not even her own

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

Jiaofu took a half step back and stared at her. "If you really are..." The enchanting smile vanished. Hostility and resentment made the beautiful face look grim and terrifying, her red lips whispering like a curse. "If you really are that devil's daughter, I'd be very happy to hand you over, let men gang-rape you, put iron shoes on you, cover your whipped body in pitch, hang a tag on you, tie you to a horse's back and parade you through the streets, and finally drag you to the gates of the military camp for the soldiers of the base to view collectively. What a beautiful scene that would be! He has killed so many people... I am willing to sell my soul to a demon in exchange for him going to h

He ruled like the tyrant he was rumoured to be, above the law and maybe even the throne itself. However, he had earned it, he made Elisora the invincible kingdom it was now, the power he wielded was what he had created, the wealth Elisora was known for was something he had sacrificed his teenage years to acquire . As for me, if I try to be that, I’ll only be seen as a pathetic villainess. “A woman of honour and dignity, remember?” He scoffed making me shake my head, however a small smile unconsciously made its way to my lips.

Then at that moment, I remembered I was only a daughter of a lowly maid, and Victor had just had one of those days. Standing alone and with no one caring, I decided to return to my room in the tower. But just before I could leave in sadness, a large shadow hovered over me, and in an instant, I was lifted off the ground easily like a doll and saw a face of a man who had been said to be the ruthless leader on the battlefield—a man who has a long scar across his right eye. The man who people call the Tyrant Black Knight - is Cornelius Von Rozen. And this man was smiling sp brightly and genuine as if I was the greatest treasure.

Somewhere, Jared would flinch at the news. Somewhere, the council would tremble behind their velvet curtains. And Serafina? She would not tremble. She would not kneel. She would burn the world down before she ever bowed to it. Her lips parted, and she whispered to the wind: “If they want a villain..." She smiled, slow and cruel. "Then I'll give them a nightmare."

"You know nothing, Agatha. You don’t know the story of my life and you don’t know the reason why I do this hellish thing." "Exactly," she said weakly "I know nothing!!, But why do I have to suffer?. I was innocent and naive but you turn my world upside down. So I'll ask you, why me?!." "You asked me for help in the first place, so why are you asking me that question?. You just gave me the idea to include you in my revenge. It’s not my fault if you are easily deceived" The Tyrant replied. "This organization made me like this, So I never felt guilty because all of that wasn’t yet enough for the compensation of the well -life spared me" he added.