Anyone Can Become A Villainess Novelupdates Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf. The character I loved the most in the story was the villainess. And now that I have come to realize everything, I am that villainess. I was set on the path of death from the very beginning. However, since I am now in this body, Heather Jade Aczen, I won’t let anything, or anyone, lead me to death – not even Jean.

I pointed at the sky and extended my arms to the side “Is a world of novel. I’ve read this book and I know how the story flows that’s why I knew about your plan.” “…” He closed his gaping mouth and gulped hard while wiping the spilled tea. “I'm just an ordinary 15-years-old girl who fell down on a ship an hour before her 16th birthday. The real princess Victoria saved me in exchange for three conditions.” I lifted my fingers and emphasized my words “I will take over her body, win her father’s love, and make her the Empress of this world.” “….”

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

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.

If you’ll attend her show. Of course. Of course they’d figured it out. The narrative was already forming. I could see it: Billionaire CEO’s discarded wife rises from ashes to build fashion empire. The wronged woman. The phoenix. The revenge story everyone loved. And I’d be cast as the villain. The man who threw away a diamond to chase after glass. Another text. Vivian this time. **Vivian:** *Just saw something interesting. Call me.* I called. She answered immediately.

You need to find out why you're even in this world before you start falling for a man's soft chest. I coughed, my throat feeling dry and tight. The strangest part wasn't the Emperor's touch; it was the fact that Mei Ling's voice was now echoing in my head like a literal inner wolf. "Now you know part of what made me a villain," her voice whispered, sounding distant and cold. "Believe me, I was never like this. They made me this way. They made me vital and horrible. If you get the chance, look for Priestess Yan Xun she will show you what you must do. Remember Do not trust anyone. Not the pack, not even the Emperor. No one."

Nala kicked and struggled, trying to break free as she was dragged out and thrown into the dirt outside the mansion gates. Maria ran after Vinichi, sobbing and begging, while Camille sauntered to the gate where Nala stood. “I’ll tell you a little farewell story,” Camille grinned. “Once there was a girl who had no one but her grandma. She was always bullied, always blamed, always looked down on. But one day, she realized she didn’t want to be the loser hero anymore—she wanted to be the villain who always wins. Since then, life’s been awesome.”

A villain, really. The word ‘villain’ had me jolting in surprising. I was gradually accepting my fate that I entered a book world but did I become a book villain? A villain would either die at the end of the story or be cast out of the pack in humiliation, neither of which appealed to me. Wait, no way! Was I heading down a path to death again!? No, I got a new life and thought I would live a long and fulfilling life and then die of old age! If truly Selene was the villain, then I had to find a way to change her/my fate.

"Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,” "Her methods may have been vicious but that wasn't all she knew. For someone raised in an abusive family, no matter what she did, she had no friends because to her parents they were useless. She had nothing she loved because everything was forced on her, she had to be the model daughter whether she liked it or not." The villainess suffered for everything but she didn't get any recognition. In the case of the female lead, she was stupid, took everything as a joke and messed up the protagoni

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.