Cross Dressing Villainess Cecilia Sylvie Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cecilia Even from the beginning, I knew that life is really unfair. I’m the living proof of it. From my origin and the kind of life I have right now. It felt like everything and everyone is against me. “Hey, Cecilia,” Missy, one of my officemates called me. “The dead department is looking for you.” Before I could ask her why, she already walked out on me. The girl is rude and greedy. She’s the usual mean girl in the office and she always play pranks on me as I always ignored her bitchy presence.

Xavier cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the thick silence. “Cecilia,” he began gently, leaning forward. “There’s more you need to know. And I’m so sorry.” Her brow furrowed, confusion clouding her features. “What do you mean?” she whispered. Xavier drew a deep breath, his hands clenching together. “Vivian... she’s dead. She was murdered in her cell early this morning.” Cecilia’s gasp was raw and guttural, as if the very air had been ripped from her lungs. Her hands flew to her mouth, trembling violently.

“Legacy, power, or revenge; whatever motivates you Victor. I’m in this for the money and the thrill. Let’s get to work.” The two Mafiosi sealed their pact. As Victor ended the call, he gazed out the window, envisioning the empire he would soon control. That evening at Style Studios, Sylvania Scarlet was finishing her shift, sorting through fabric samples and folding her latest sketches neatly on her desk. She took a final look around, making sure everything was in place for the next day, and then started packing her things into her handbag.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

Isabella cuts in Isabella hugged her "Good morning my love" How was your night? "Great" Celine replied When did you come back home yesterday mum We waited for you, it was when am feeling sleepy that we went inside to sleep. celine complained Am sorry my love, it will not happen again. I prepared daddy's best food, to ask for his forgiveness. "Good" Celine replied Go inside am coming to bathe you. I can bath myself mum., am not a small child again she replied Celine went inside, to take her bath, she dressed into her school uniform when she finished her bathing

Duke Raziel did that…for her? ~~~~~~~1300 years ago~~~~~ "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera, the villainess said to the crown prince. She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. She dedicated her whole life to bullying Princess Avelina, stalking the crown prince, and now she successfully killed the female lead. But she felt empty. "I said kneel." She said to the vulnerable Crown Prince in front of him. The Crown Prince, Prince Mathias looked at her like she had gone crazy. "Are you happy now? You killed my fiance, the love of my life. But now that she’s gone, I still would not love you.”

No blood on her hands. Zacian would not touch the innocent. I knew he wouldn’t. I knew the man he used to be, the one who pulled me from the brink when Miloetta died. Cecilia and Treyvan’s mother. He’d been there and knew just how sacred Cecilia was to me. He held to an arcane code, and even with the strain between us, he would not break the truce on wives and daughters. It was not his style to draw that kind of heat from the feds. As long as I was the target, miles away, she would be untouchable. The best way to hide her was to make myself the only bullseye.

When he looked at her again, his eyes were colder than I had ever seen. “You were that young, and already you knew how to work with your mother to destroy hers.” “And the day Elara was burned, that was your trick too, wasn’t it? You staged the whole thing so I would punish her for you.” Sylvie stared at him, stunned. Then she started shaking her head, tears pouring harder. “Cedric, no, listen to me—” “Shut up.” His voice was flat. “You poisonous thing. Why would I ever bind myself to you now?”

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.