Crossdressing Villainess 소설 & 이야기

The dress they had chosen for me was stunning ice blue silk that caught the light when I moved, the bodice fitted to perfection, the skirt spilling in soft, liquid folds. Tiny crystals dusted the neckline and sleeves, catching glints of the chandelier’s light like trapped stars. A silver comb shaped like a crescent moon was tucked into my curls, as if to crown me. But the weight of the jewels on my neck was nothing compared to the weight in my chest. Inside, I felt ugly, filthy, even because I knew what I was about to do. I was dressed as though I belonged in a fairytale, but I was about to play the villain in someone else’s story.

I hеаr thе dооrbеll chimе аs I set my bаg down on thе counter аnd glаnce аt thе persоn whо wаlked in. Dominic. I squint my eyes аs I look аt him suspiciоusly. Hе twirls thе vаn keys on his indeх fingеr аs hе strоlls tоwаrd mе with а grin. Thе numbеr....... I’ll kill him. I squint my eyes аs I look аt him suspiciоusly. Hе twirls thе vаn keys on his indeх fingеr аs hе strоlls tоwаrd mе with а grin.

She had painted her eyelids with a sparkling purple eyeshadow so thick and bright she looked like a cheap cartoon character… some Disney villain Victoria couldn't quite put her finger on. Giordano, hearing the voice, froze completely. His lazy smirk vanished. He slowly turned around to face the red-haired woman, and the moment his eyes landed on her, his face went completely pale. For the first time since Victoria had known him, Giordano looked utterly shocked. His eyes widened in disbelief as they swept over her matching crimson dress, his jaw tightening so hard the muscles in his cheek popped. The cool, untouchable mafia heir was completely thrown off his guard.

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

"The villain might be from your side. Probably an ex who never thought you'd elevate, or she might be from the hero's side. An obsessed woman who still is in love with the hero. She'll do anything to snatch him from the heroine, and that includes public embarrassment to try killing the heroine's confidence. The reason why the heroine needs to be always prepared. Event's like a tea party is one opportunity for the Villain, therefore the heroine should be prepared enough, by dressing to awe everyone else, for the sake of her pride, and the hero." I stared at the girl awestruck by her story. She had an amazing voice, plus her narration seemed so real, that my mind had already started to discern

May I cross my arms, legs, may I lean back, or may I express my displeasure? I hate it when all the details I say, do, and wear can become a sword that stabs me deeply. I hated making even the smallest mistake in this world because I was afraid that my actions might trigger my bad fate as Fuschia. And I hate being patient with all their bad treatment. 'This world has never been on my side even if I am a good person. I am a villainess in this novel. And a villainess never forgets a grudge,' A brunette-haired lady in a gold blooming dress curtsied. “Good afternoon, Your Highness the Crown Princess. Luna of Aragon greets the little moon of the Drachentia Kingdom. May Lord Drachen blessed your d

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

I guess I really did turn as a villainess, just what I had planned from the very beginning. Gone is the good princess. -- Third Point of View The woman wearing a tightly fitted red dress dug her long fingernails to her palm, that it even led to a bleeding. Her teeth gritted and anger can be seen on her face, she was an ugly sight to see not because of her appearance, but because of the rage showing on her forefront.

She could smell blackmail laced in threat from miles ahead , she knew that Count Clodis was threatening her , if she didn't let Felicia have the dress , he would make sure to villainify her image out in the aristocratic society . However , who was Chelsea ? She was a born villainess whether it was her looks or her attitude , being a villainess was something she was used to . " I see , however Count Clodis seemed to have forgotten that his daughter is neither my friend nor my acquaintance either , why should I leave a dress that 'my maid have found'?" putting emphasis on my maid have found , Chelsea said . She wanted to let Count Clodis know that if he wanted to wreck her reputation in the so

She pressed her thumb against the sharp edge, just enough to feel pain but not bleed. Her lips curved into a thin, dangerous smile. If tomorrow were her last night, she would make sure her lipstick was perfect. By the following evening, Valentina had become a different woman. The mirror reflected a creature carved from fire and ice: a scarlet dress that clung like sin itself, black stilettos sharp enough to pierce skin, and lips painted a red that promised ruin. Her hair, usually loose waves, was coiled into a sleek chignon, every strand disciplined into elegance.