Novel & Cerita Best Female Villains

he said slowly, voice iron-smooth, “because she’s the best weapon we have. I know that she has attitude and I hate it too but she is the best than any of you.” That made the room pause. “You all know her name. The Revenant. The ghost in the blood. Half the underworld thinks she’s a myth. The other half prays they never see her face. And guess what? She's on our side now.” Kira’s eyes narrowed. “For how long?” “As long as I say,” Viktor snapped, his voice slicing through the room. “You don’t need to like it. You need to respect it.” “She’s not a team player,” Valerie said, almost teasing. “She’s more like a…wild dog with sharp teeth.”

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

The lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

Given the way the female lead look at her as if she wanted to burn her alive, Evelyn could tell both she and the female lead won't get along. More like the female lead won't let them get along because what she wants is to get rid of her. That woman is full of schemes. Evelyn could tell that. She could tell that the female lead had the darkest heart, she would use the people around her however she wants and dump them if they are no longer useful to her, that's the kind of person she is. Although Evelyn judged based on how she interacted with her, she could tell that this female lead is up no good.

the role of Lilian, should she take it? Her role was too pathetic and unattractive. During this time, the role she played was never a good one. In Ha, herself didn't know why she attracted to that kind of role. Such as a villain, bitches, or a devil who always confronts the protagonist. A classic and a classy antagonist. The role that makes people emotional, not herself that full of emotions. She has chosen the role of hitting rather than being hit, bullying rather than bullied or abusing rather than abused. Even though she plays the role of an antagonist, not once or twice she won an award as the best female actress and that made her one of the fantastic paid antagonists.

I was dumbfounded before nodding my head. The second female supporting role in “Lowering the Bid” was the biggest villain in the show. However, she hid herself well in the early stages and was considered the simplest and kindest character in the play. However, after she revealed her true self, she was an exceptional psychopath. Therefore, it was very difficult for an ordinary artist to get a better grasp of this complicated role. Little did I think that Selena would choose such a challenging role. “Alright, if the director asks you to perform, which scene will you choose?” I asked.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.