Novel & Cerita Cursed Villainess Obsession

Worst of all, her greatest crime was daring to resist him. This was a madness that only grew stronger with every passing day, refusing to fade. It was a suffocating intoxication that hungered to swallow her whole, body and soul. It was a relentless obsession that had long lost the ability to distinguish between right and wrong—or perhaps, it simply chose not to care. This was a dark, twisted vendetta, the kind where two graves had already been dug long before the final blow was ever struck.

Sabius failed. They were not here, and yet here she was. Vengeance and anger were as powerful as the magic in my crown. My body trembled in anger and rage. I would kill this bitch. "Kill her, Vera, kill her. She is the reason. Not Orna, her." "A curse spoken once, twice..." The woman sang. "A vow taken..." "You are the reason..." But she disappeared once again. I soon heard more flaps of wings, and then the fucking bitches came down, and bowed to her.

even though he was asking for her punishment, he made sure to tell her about his intentions that he was never going to free her from him. Aniya just silently stared into his eyes which were engulfed with guilt of hurting her but at the same time, they were reeking of his deadly obsession over her. His love for her had turned his possession more vicious and lethal. First, having her body as his was his zest but after realising his love for her, possessing her entire existence as his had become his infatuation. A dark and dangerous infatuation. "I know I am still being a selfish bastard with you but I am not capable of letting you go. I will be gladly accept my end with your hands but till the

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

"I've already said my piece to your boss. I don’t know how you got here as you’re definitely not on my contacts list. Please, don't make me lose my appetite with your tedious negotiations. This is a charity gala." Curtis’ beady eyes shifted on me. “We’ll talk next time, Miss Silvera.” Vincentio blocked his view with his broad shoulders. “We’ll see about that.” He placed a hand on my lower back. "We're leaving," he murmured, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck, reminding of that night he humiliated me. Before we could go, a lilted voice called out his name. "Vince." The melodic voice came from a petite woman wearing an elegant knee-length red dress, the color making her even fairer.

“I am aware that you hate any kind of obsession. However, to speak truthfully, it possesses a certain charm. Women like me will agree.” Ms. Beth's sentiment resonates deeply with me. This man might hate obsessions, but his hatred towards it doesn't make it disgusting. He's so rude I can't. “Obsessions are unhealthy. The obsessed one doesn't have a world of his own.” Arguing back, he extended the blazer to her with a poker face before adding, “You get obsessed with a thing, then somehow, you lose it, and you get lost too. It's...”

For a fleeting second, she imagined his hands there instead, rough, possessive, burning her name into her skin as he trailed kisses down her collarbones. She tilted her head, smiling faintly. "If I can’t have you," she whispered, "she can’t either." Her deadly obsession had only just begun.

From the corresponding wants and equivalent exchange of the curse she believes in, she finds pleasure in torturing people, especially the ones dear to the Maiden. Her psychological state is beyond boundaries, as she can manipulate the person’s mind by showing them their worst nightmare. She hates everyone, but in deep gratitude to the one who started the curse as their blood sinks into one and their wants co-exist with each other. As her hunger for blood piles up more and more, she became the obsessive killer who wants everyone dead, thus forced her way to play the card of the Joker. Her ability and greed will cause not only their death but the cycle from the beginning and the curse of their

He was coming closer Neil "You can't resist me. We are made for each other." But I slapped him. I really liked him but after that the way he treated me and then the way he tried to come closer and all that mean stuff. I really got scared of him. I was so sure that he wasn't the one for me. He was my Obsession but that Obsession was my regret infact was going to be the greatest regret of my life. I slapped him when he tried to touch me again and this time I slapped him really hard. He was getting on my nerves and I had already beared so much.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.