Death Is The Only Ending For Villainess Novel Novels & Stories

"Julian! Remember this! Not in this life—I will never die by your hand!" Before the words had fully left his mouth, he wrenched his blade around and drove it straight into his own chest. Blood sprayed. His eyes went wide, and he crumpled to the ground, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and defiance. Ivy watched Damien fall on his own sword and let out a raw, broken scream. Something in her snapped completely. Between her ravings, I finally pieced together everything the original story had never told. The original novel ended with Damien crowned King and Ivy crowned Queen.

Above the dead woman's head, faint but still visible, a number continued to glow, ticking downward with the same slow, steady rhythm it always had. 47. The woman had died with forty seven days still remaining on her countdown. Elara's blood ran cold. She had never heard of such a thing. The countdown never lied. It could not be wrong. Every soul in Avelune trusted it as the one true law of the world, immovable and absolute. But here was a woman lying dead in the market square, her number still counting down as though her body had not yet received the message that her time was over. Kael rose slowly to his feet, his eyes dark with something that looked almost like dread, and when he spoke, hi

I stretched out my arm with the latter resolve and was about to pick up the notebook when suddenly, my whole body turned cold as the last stanza echoed inside my head. "Remember me, my pains and my sufferings. Make it yours until the day you will avenge me, My Nightingale." Avenge? Why? Didn't she die from childbirth? Isn't that the reason why the Emperor despises Victoria? My outstretched hands started to tremble, perturbed by the questions flooding in my head. I bit my lower lip irritatingly and started to regret my decision. "I shouldn't have accepted that lady's proposal! Victoria's life is too complicated that I could barely breathe properly!" How can a 12-year-old child like me survive

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.

“Jesus Christ.” Memory crashes into me all at once—her childhood. Her father. Her friends. Every single thing. Minthe Vale. Villainess. The Villainess. Daughter of the Imperial Beta House and someone who . . . someone who dies in chapter three! She’s gonna have a future public execution! She’s obsessed with the Alpha King. Humiliates the heroine. And dies miserably. I sit there in silence while maids continue preparing clothes around me, my heartbeat pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

” She laughed so much that tears gathered in her eyes. ''You should have killed me when you had the chance, Liam, too bad I'll be doing that first. Not only will I kill you, but I'm also going to take your company too, you see, the villain wins! Not every story has a good ending. I killed your parents and that beautiful little girl and I'm about to kill their little boy who had loved his whole life to avenge them.” she laughed wickedly.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.