Alicia Williams Villainess Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was an illegitimate son of some slutty omega- a disgrace of the royal family, dirt beneath his feet. Yet Alicia looked at that filth like he was her new hero. Tom could see it already. She was falling in love with him—HIM! No, no, not HIS Alicia. She wouldn’t fall so quickly for another after being with him for so long. This was her act of revenge. That had to be it. Alicia was vengeful and would use his uncle- HIS UNCLE!- Tom tossed the bottle of beer against the fireplace, the glass shattering loudly in the expansive space.

"Trust us when we say whoever those girls are, have nothing on us, and nobody can stop Livia when she enters psycho mode. It's scary yet satisfying." I choked on my wine. "Shut up. I'm not that bad." Alicia rolled her eyes. "Oh please, babe, spare us the innocent act. You are devious, manipulative, and heartless regarding your enemies." "Hmm, true. I can't help but enjoy destroying my enemies." I snickered. "Excuse me, ladies, but we have arrived." That was quicker than expected. "Okay, thank you for the safe arrival." Winter politely responded.

Well, I am Alicia Williams and trust me, nobody can fool me or take advantage of me. "Before I round up, I have an announcement to make..." I pause and turn my gaze to him, and seeing the anxiousness in his eyes makes me feel satisfied. That is exactly the look I want to see before I break him. He will regret ever messing with me. And when I'm done with him, he won't ever dare try me, even in his next life...

she muttered, pleading and looking around. Mrs. Williams stretched her hand and grabbed the vase. She yanked it from Alicia’s grip and held it in front of her. She examined it and scoffed. “This is a gift? This must be a joke, this is garbage, I wouldn’t even give it to a servant.” She remarked, sneering and spitting out the words. A weak smile spread across Alicia’s face, and she nodded. She let go of the vase and thanked Mrs. Williams for accepting it. She turned to leave, hoping to escape from her wrath.

she trailed off when she heard Queenie's voice. "Let it be, Roxanne. Find something else to do." Roxanne nodded and walked out of the room. "I don't know what grudge you have with me or why you keep on attacking me when you were the one who went behind my back to sleep with my ex-husband." The silence remained but everyone now looked towards Alicia in a new light. Not as the good person she always painted herself but as the Villain. Earlier, she had made up so many horrible stories pertaining to why Velon divorced Queenie and married.

"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!]

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

Alicia had cracked, but not completely. I knew a lie when I heard one. Valentino Costa was a big name—a dangerous one. But this game was bigger than that. Alicia wouldn’t have broken that easily if Costa was the end of the line. She had held out through worse; I had seen it. But when Matteo was brought in, she had folded fast. Too fast. Because she thought Costa would be enough to send me chasing shadows.

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.