Novel & Cerita A Villainess For The Tyrant

She wondered why looked so different and felt different as well. Darian had the same pattern of thoughts as he stared at her. There was something fierce about her simple look. Was it the way she stared at him? Or the way she spoke? Her stance? He couldn't figure it out. Royalties and people of noble blood were taught to be refined in all the things they do and while the embodied some of these qualities, she also seemed rough. Like a fresh piece of diamond waiting to be carved. Must be the commoners blood running through her, he thought to himself.

for what seems to be very important to you. Tristan remained silent, thinking about Telvisina’s words. According to the laws of vampires, Lord Tantario could not disobey those who stood above him. Resisting the order meant throwing a challenge that the blond, unfortunately, could not win no matter how much he wanted. Lord and Duke Alter of Venier are strong due to their cruelty and cunning. But Telvisina, despite her weak manifestation of the vampire essence, was considered one of the most experienced and powerful because of her magical abilities. It was rumored that during her life she was a very strong witch, but no one knows whether she was good or evil.

She sneered and walked off. "Bitch!" Jahi cursed as soon as she exited. "Keep your voice low! She will kill you!" Flora Cautioned her as she struggled to stand up from the floor. "She is evil, Flora; I wonder why the bosses favor her!" "Are you blind? Unlike us, she wasn't bought, and to top it all, she is the fiancee of Don Thierry, the future Viper's Q-u-een!" Flora stressed the last word to make it sink into Jahi's stubborn skull.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

Fear seeped through my pores, and I began to tremble. “I always knew you were evil. I never liked you from the very first day I met you,” I spat, filled with irritation and fright. “Did you actually come for an ally, or was it part of the plan to warm your way into his bed and heart, just to take the throne?” “You are not as dumb as he paints you to be,” she shrugged. “I am willing to give you a chance. Would you join me so we can overthrow Tyris, or would you like to stand by him and die with him?”

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

She possessed the epicene beauty peculiar to young girls of a certain age, short-lived, unlikely to survive past twenty. Her beauty was nurtured and cultivated for one sole purpose: to be the Lycan King’s virgin breeder. The crackling fireplace cast a glow of warmth upon her snowy skin as fresh as newly-pressed olive and a marbled flush to her pomegranate lips, which suddenly parted in a silent scream. Her words drowned in her throat at the ominous figure crouched low by her window, only to pause. Alessia raised a hand in a small wave, her lips pressing in a sheepish smile as she watched the princess try and steady her pounding heart. She gestured at the window impatiently.