I Am The Villainess Novels & Stories

I inquire, emphasizing each word. “As I previously informed you, you’ll know soon. Before that, I’m a guidebook for you as the villainess.” “Villainess?” "Yes, I'm going to serve you from now on. You can say that I’m a guidebook for a villainess like you since you're getting your vengeance once more. Furthermore, you are in this location for a reason. You need to locate the individual they call the shadow monster.”

I just realize I've transmigrated when I heard the name of a few people and remember my previous life. If I am not wrong, this villainess just like any other villainess, I'll die in the future. She did talk about this novel with me but I couldn't remember the whole plot. All I had is a few fragments from my memory of talking with her about this. And my conclusion on every story I heard from her. Therefore, I made three rules for myself to prevent my death. Applying my conclusion this time. First, do not ever change your role. If I am a villainess then I will be a villainess. I don't need to be a saint in the eyes of others. However, I don't need to be a bitch either. Being a reasonable villa

"The problem is I am not Matthan. I am not a man." "How did you know?" He stiffened. I smiled coyly. "You told me while you are drunk and high, Remember?" "So what happens now? Are you going to out me to the entire pack?" As a child, I had always wondered why the Villains in fairytales were painted as nothing but selfish demons. If anyone saw the game I was forced to play now, they would tag me as one but I was nothing of the sort. My hand had only been forced. I was simply a woman fighting for what she deserved. "I'm not a monster Declan but I do have my demands if my mouth is going to be sealed shut."

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

“Well, isn’t that what I am? The villain who slept with her fiancé?” “Don’t.” His voice snapped, sharp enough to make me flinch. He crossed the room, gripping my arms, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You are not the villain. She is. She’s been manipulating everyone—me, you—for years. This is her last desperate move, Lena. She’s losing, and she knows it.”

I turned—and came face to face with myself. She stood there, eyeing me with icy, dark eyes. She looked like me, but something was wrong. Her lips twisted in a nasty sneer, her stance relaxed, confident. But there was no kindness in her face. No warmth. Only something sharp and unyielding. The villainous version of me. She tilted her head. “Did you think you were the hero in this story?” I took a deep breath. “You’re not real.”

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.

"If you come, then you will not come." “Thinking about it, again and again, I still feel sad for the female villain, now that I intentionally help the female villain, what should I do? And if I don't help the female villain, I feel something weird." “Never mind. Take care of yourself first.” Phedra Elizabeth denies responsibility for the character. The male lead holds her in his arms. "Let's go back."

My heart froze when the tip stopped in my direction. “She used magic!” I turned to Leon. “Isn’t that supposed to be against the rules?” “Are you scared already, weakling?” She smirked. Weak what? “Bring. It. On.” “Truth or dare?” My fingers greased my stilettos slightly. “Truth.” “Hmm... let’s see.” Ivella inspected her fingers before turning back to me. “How does it feel knowing you will not be alive long enough to graduate? For someone as powerless as you, it’s obvious you won’t survive. So tell me, how does it feel?”