Book Of Life Villain Novels & Stories

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.

"If I am expelled from the Alice family, I will also take your freedom. BUY FUN for her." "Why does the dialogue sound familiar... Is it like the previous love stories that I often read?" Phedra Elizabeth chills down the spine. "Or he... Could it be... Planning to take my life? Touching the heroine... He probably won't let it go either. If you're good, come and take my life. Paying the price is obvious." Phedra Elizabeth is weak inside, but can't lose to the spirit. "What do you intend to do? The point of taking my life. Or torture me to death over and over again." Phedra Elizabeth's half of his mouth curled up, and sweat escaped.

The invitation had arrived three days earlier, thick cream card stock bearing the Whitcombe family crest, and Chloe had felt a small, involuntary jolt reading the name, remembering another Whitcombe entirely, a tower and a walkthrough and a career she'd left behind in a life that no longer technically belonged to her. This Whitcombe family, she reminded herself, had nothing to do with that one. Coincidence, nothing more, though it left her oddly unsettled regardless, a small reminder that the life she'd lost hadn't stopped mattering simply because she'd stopped living it.

Not in life, but… *On a book cover. Memories, not her own, flooded her mind in a chaotic torrent. A name: **Lady Vivian Ashworth**. A title: Daughter of the Duke of Blackwood. A role: The villainess. The setting: The Kingdom of Aethelgard. The story: *The Prince's Rose*. A novel she’d read just last week – a sprawling, melodramatic historical romance filled with scheming nobles, star-crossed lovers, and one particularly vindictive, doomed antagonist: Lady Vivian Ashworth. Vivian staggered back, hitting the edge of the bed hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. *Transmigration. Isekai. Oh god, it’s real. I’m INSIDE the book. And I’m HER. The villainess.*

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

stаrt ovеr. “Тhis isn't а cаreer, Еmily," he sаys, his vоice nоw sеvеrе. "It's а lifе. A blооdy one. Аnd thе secоnd yоu try tо gеt оut, yоu're signing yоur deаth wаrrаnt. Тhеrе's nо wаlking аwаy frоm this withоut consequence. I'vе mаde tоо mаny еnеmiеs, crossed tоо mаny powerful peоple. Тhey'd view my leаving аs а weаkness, аn opеning tо strike.”

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.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

That meant I only had three years left before the tragedy. Am I going to die?! Again? I suppressed a scream. Why couldn't I just be reborn as a baby? How does this reincarnation even work anyway? Why did I become a character in a novel? And a villainess?! I know I wasn't a saint in my past life, but a villainess, really! Do I seem that evil? I scowled at myself. Was that her role now? To die again? I had just died this morning in an accident for God's sake. And now I'm destined to die again. Dead!

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”