Novel & Cerita A Villainess No More

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

“And you know what villains do, Victor? They rewrite the script.” He tilted his head. “Rewriting the script is one thing. Controlling the narrative is another. The media’s already on her side. She’s painting herself as the fragile heroine.” I scoffed. “Fragile? That woman is anything but fragile. She’s calculated, deliberate. Every word she utters is a weapon aimed at me.” Victor shrugged. “And people love a heroine who bleeds. You’ve given her the stage.” I stepped closer, lowering my tone. “Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.”

pinasaya niya ang tinig at tinapik pa ang balikat nito na agad ikinasira ng mukha nito. 'Problem solve.' she is a Veraniel and a clever one. The shallow brain of this psychopath is easy to reverse according to her favor. "Huh! I will never play the villain role here... you see I'm the favorite grandchild and there's no way I would do something ridiculous especially when it will benifit you!" inis nitong sabi sabay irap sa kanya at tuluyan ng iniwan siya. Malalim siyang napahinga tanda ng kapanatagan, "Wooh! that was close,"

And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving. But this time... Evelina would be the one moving them. She had died once. She would not die twice. The villainess had returned. And she was ready to rewrite her ending.

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own despair. As she sat there, her hands, once so sure and confident, now moved with a slow, defeated motion, releasing the trio from their icy prison. The children, finally free, shook off the remnants of ice, their limbs stiff from their prolonged confinement. Emmanuel's gaze, once filled with fear, now burned with a wave of righteous anger as he locked eyes with the woman. Theo and Lily, too, had etched her image into their memories, their childlike innocence hardening into a resolute conviction that this lady was indeed a villain.

[Aurora's POV] I prepared myself to see whoever had captured me walk in. But the figure who stepped over the threshold wasn't exactly who I expected. I hissed softly. Who the heck is this? It was a woman. Did she take me captive? But why? I've never seen her in my life before, I swear. But she looked as though she had barely survived a war. White medical bandages were wrapped tightly around her forehead and head, with dark purple bruises covering her neck and arms. She moved with a stiff, painful limp, holding her side as if her ribs were cracked.

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

That's my reality now. This version of pain is a deep and sensational one, one that wounds and never heals. Now I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, I don't even know if I know the real villain. She's behind, always in the shadows, dressed in elegant and big dresses and talks in a posh accent. Who could tell that she's the face behind the whole thing, who could tell that she as the actual Moreau demon Queen?

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

Alpha Evan asked, his furious gaze fixed on Alpha Adrian. Alpha Adrian glared at me, making me avert my gaze. I was too stunned to even try to defend myself. Besides, in my shocked state, I realised that no matter what I said, Alpha Adrian would obviously listen to Alpha Evan over me for he was an Alpha and I was Melody, the girl he hated more than anything in this world. I also belatedly realised that even if I tried to tell Alpha Adrian what I'd seen Alpha Evan do, he would never believe me. Heck, he'd probably sock me in the gut before I'd even finished my explanation.