Correcting The Villainess Of The Academy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I remembered her bitter, poisonous warning as she backed away into the academy gates: ‘You will regret ever knowing her’. My wolf roared in fury. I was raging. I didn't care if Pearl was entirely innocent or merely a coward shifting the blame to save her neck. Quinn had threatened my female. Rowan; that pathetic, weak-blooded Alpha who had discarded Seraphina had a hand? They were a disease running through the noble ranks of the Royal Academy, and they had dared to touch what was mine. I shoved Pearl backward. She collapsed onto the floor clutching her neck and coughing violently as she gasped for air.

Kashi lifted her head, strands of hair falling across her face as her eyes glinted with bitter amusement. His expression darkened. “You’re still the talk of the industry,” he spat back, venom dripping from every word. “The unloved heiress. The woman who went after some poor girl like Natalie and used her power to crush her.” His voice hardened with contempt. “I despise people like you the most.” Kashi spat at him. “If I were at the peak of my villain era,” she shot back, her voice trembling with fury rather than fear, “you’d already be ripped apart, rib to career.”

she says in her silken French accent, “what brings you here... illegally?” “Nothing,” Ellie blurts, panicked, as she grabs my wrist and tugs like she wants us to run. Ms. Lovelace raises a single eyebrow, her stare unwavering. She leans back slightly, resting her hip against her desk with calculated ease. “I might be a boring old teacher, Miss Ellie, but I’m not stupid. I was a young girl once, too. Though I wasn’t a student at the most strict university in the world.” She pauses. Her gaze sharpens. “You do understand, don’t you, that your future could be over the moment you’re caught snooping? There are no second chances here. The Academy does not forgive mistakes.”

[Vanessa's POV] He breathed out heavily. "Let's get this done," he said, rising from the leather couch. "Hold on," I said, holding my hands up defensively. "You've got the wrong person. I'm not the escort you paid for." I tried to clear up the misunderstanding, but he kept moving toward me, unbothered. "Stay back!" I warned, taking several steps backward until my spine pressed hard against the locked wooden door. He didn't stop. Within seconds, he was towering right in front of me, trapping me completely in his space.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

"But bindings fray. Hungers grow. And when the corruption began to show, when the water turned and the shadows lengthened, they needed someone to blame." "Me," I said. "You." He nodded, his head loose on his neck, the puppet of a man whose strings had been cut by guilt. "The last . The convenient revenant. The villainess who rose from death with darkness in her teeth. Who better to blame for an ancient rot than the girl who literally came back wrong?" Thalassa's hand found my shoulder, her webbed fingers cool against the heat of my skin. "The Academy has been hiding a long illness. And they found a convenient face to blame."

Vale’s expression shifted, controlled, but chillingly curious. “Oh?” he murmured. “And why is that?” Ronan’s voice was a calm, lethal thing. “Because he’s under me.” For a split second, silence. Then Vale smiled, slow, sharp, knowing. “Very well,” he said. “But remember this, Ronan…” He leaned in, eyes gleaming. “the academy sees everything.” He turned and walked away. His steps echoed down the hall until they vanished, leaving the air broken, heavy, dangerous.

Her words dissolved into incoherent weeping as she buried her face in her hands. Damon, who had remained silent during her breakdown, looked at Director Sylvanus. His expression was unreadable. He had nothing to prove—his innocence was already clear. But the weight of the accusation still hung heavily in the room. Sylvanus exhaled sharply, clearly disappointed. “Someone like you is not fit to be in the Alpha Academy, Christabel,” he said coldly. “The council will deliberate on your matter and decide your punishment.” He paused, then turned toward the professor who had brought them in. “Call the attention of everyone and make her tell everybody that Damon is innocent—and that she was the one

Mi Cha spooke feebly,"Tae Rin was only teaching me a lesson for misunderstanding the theft of Mr Kwan's office." "You were involved in theft!" "I-..." "Hey!" "You dare query your own girlfriend for what this bitch says?" Yeona fumed as she couldn't handle the bullshit flying around anymore. Tae Rin looked really downcast and sad, concurring to Yeona's outburst. "Did you care to ask about how she feels from being wrongfully accused?" "I told you she was no good Tae Rin, but you insisted on having no malice between you two 'When did I say that?'