Novel & Cerita A Villainess No More

"He barged into my home, Noah! Threatened me like a criminal!" She leaned forward. Voice getting sharper. Louder. "After everything we've done for him. After everything I've done for you. He dared to stand there and act like I'm the villain!" Noah sighed. Swirled his drink. Unimpressed by her dramatics. "You are the villain, Bella. But you wear it beautifully." She glared. Fury quiet but sharp. Dangerous. "You think this is funny? We had a plan. We were supposed to control the narrative. Landon wasn't supposed to turn into a ghost, he was supposed to leave Sienna."

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 said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

Iliana sighed as she sat on the chair near the window sill , except for Chelsea's looks she didn't get anything not even her memory ; she didn't even knew in which arc she was, was she at the arc where the Fl was found or where she was humiliated by the ML? Iliana couldn't help but sigh in frustration why was she the chosen one? Was it because she pitied the villainess? Yes she did pitied Chelsea .But was that enough for her to be transmigrated here? All Right many might laugh at her for pitying the Villainess but Chelsea was infact quite pitiful. From the beginning till the end she could only act as a substitue . Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen;

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

The crowd was a whirl of silk and steel — powerful men and women who made the city’s fortunes and its ruin in whispered deals and smoldering glances. Adrielle stepped into the club with the calm certainty of a predator entering her hunting ground. Her heels clicked against the polished concrete, sharp and deliberate, echoing through the cavernous space. She wore black like armor: a sleek dress hugging every calculated curve, her midnight-black hair swept back in a ruthless style that matched her steel-gray eyes. Eyes that missed nothing. Eyes that now belonged to someone reborn, remade in betrayal and fire. She was no longer the broken woman who’d collapsed in the rain outside the mansion th

She moved like a viper—dangerous, seductive, unhinged. Behind her, two men dragged a body into the corner. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look. Just kept walking. “Are you sure?” asked the man at her side. “About going back?” Valeria turned slowly, her eyes glinting with feral obsession. “He belongs to me.” “He’s built an empire. Untouchable now. You saw what he did to Volkov.” A sick smile curved her lips. “And yet he let himself get soft. A woman. A baby. How precious.”

What’s more to say when the woman they love feel like she’s a doll which was made to please three men at the same time? Celine stood up and faced the large window where she can see the ocean. She really wanted to cry out loud and release all of her averse but oddly, her eyes are too dried to get wet. She came at this room in order to tell Joshua that she likes him, and to sincerely ask for forgiveness. Celine thought that she is the villain among them, but in the end, she was betrayed at her own ideas. No. She’s not a villain but the victim. From the very beginning, she was the captive.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.