Novel & Cerita A Villainess No More

The Famous pure and kindhearted idol of they're City is called The Mighty kindhearted Doctor - Chef. 'Urgh! I wonder if they miss me though' If they mourned for her? Well she be actually glad? The body that she possessed is in her 15th existence, but it is still a miracle for her that the body she possessed is surprisingly a Goddess but what do she expect? In the novel that she reads, Yan Xia Yu is a Goddess despite for her being a villainess. But it suits her character though. A goddess that turned into a Villainess. While a Charmingly cute but seductive female lead.

I would always love her. "What kind of a girl is she?" He asked me with his eyes closed and leaned back. "She is a good one. The one who stands up for herself and doesn't back down easily. She is a great person. Hard on the exterior but soft from the inside. When she is inside a room, her presence commands your attention. She is drop dead gorgeous. She knows how to fight her battles even when she is the one in the wrong." I smiled at that one remembering when Val and I had that fight on our first anniversary.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.

“Vivienne Moreau is not a pet. She’s a weapon with a pulse. Stubborn. Cunning. Smarter than half the men we just gutted. One wrong breath and she’ll have your balls in a jar while she smiles and asks if you want them gift-wrapped.” Ryker opened his mouth, probably some filthy joke but I cut him off with a look. “She was born in blood, raised on betrayal, and she built an empire on broken throats. We paid ten million for a womb, yes, but we brought a viper into our den. Underestimate her once and she will gut us from the inside.” I stepped over the corpse at my feet, boots crunching bone. “So here are the rules, and you will carve them into your fucking skulls, first thing first... We do not

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

It looked more like a high-end suite than a prison cell. Minutes later, the heavy door opened. A sharply dressed woman in her mid-forties entered. Tall, elegant, with sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes. She carried a sleek tablet and moved with the confidence of someone who held all the cards. “The public show is over,” she said calmly, setting the tablet on the table. “My name is Valeria Voss. The Blackthorns were useful tools. The world now believes the Kane empire has been destroyed. Perfect.” Sophia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Aurora tensed beside her, instinctively stepping closer so their bare hips brushed.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."