I Became The Villain's Mother Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm so, so sorry about that. I can't.... goddess, I can't even begin to comprehend how you survived all that." He gave me a wry smile in return, a far away look entering his eyes as he thought about his past. "I can't either. My mother came back for me years later and she freed me from captivity. Just when I thought I could finally have a little bit of a normal life, it was taken away from me again. They killed her right in front of me and I ran for my life right after." Just when I didn't think possible, my eyes widened even more. I couldn't ever imagine going through something like that and still coming out alive. "How...how did you survive, then?" I asked.

Perhaps the villainous rogue sought to give her reasons to rebell against her one true mate, and the moon goddess allowed him for a season to test the power of her resolve, but she was going to remain loyal to her mate till the end -- surely, that must prove a very easy task. She remembered a remark her mother once made, that she forgave too easily. Her mother had told her a tale of a very villainous lord, and she had flared up in her characteristic hot temper, but when her mother had reached the ending of the story where the villian had gotten what he deserved, she had found herself crying, begging her mother to stop ... could not the man be forgiven his crimes. She had not understood her m

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

"And there is a ninth name on your mother's list. The one she could not say to you in Paria. Your uncle is its servant. Your consort is its servant. Even your cousin Rose is being moved by it, and she does not know. The name is older than House Thalor. Older than House Varlo. Older than the kingdom itself. Sweet-scale — your mother has been guarding that name for six months because she is too small to fight what owns it. She was not strong enough to come home. I am not strong enough to come back. We have failed you, Irene, both of us, in our small ways. The list is in your hand." I look down. He is right. I have been clutching something. I did not know I was clutching it. I open my fist for

A soul bond between the Crown Prince and the future Demon Lord was exactly the kind of thing that started wars. The first day had been chaos. The second had been confusion. By the third day, boredom had become torture. Elian sat beside the window overlooking the palace gardens. The System interface floated before him. [PLAYER STATUS] Name: Elian Ashford Level: 1 Role: Destined Enemy (Villain's Counterpart) Soul Bond: Cassian Nyx (Active) Current Quest: The Hero's Destiny Deviation from Original Plot: 27% Twenty-seven percent. In only three days.

] Looking at the comments, remembering how I had just been dreaming of going to see the sea with Victor, I couldn't help a self-mocking smile. How could I have forgotten? I was the villainess, and Victor had spent all this time afraid I would hurt Viviana. Bumping into her just now had only nailed down my role as the villainess. I said to Victor, "I'll donate the blood. Don't worry." "Can you go get it drawn on your own?" Victor glanced at me. "I need to stay with Viv—" "I can," I said, cutting him off, and turned to leave. Once the blood was drawn, I went back to my own room, left a note on the bedside table, and walked out of the hospital.

“My father wasn’t always this way,” Aien said as we walked through the maze following the trail of debris, blood, and broken weaponry. “A villain I mean. Things were different when my mother was alive. She was…” He paused where someone had smashed a statue, the stone rubble scattered across the path and offered me his hand. “Be careful where you step. My mother was beautiful,” he did not immediately release my hand when I had picked my way through the debris and stood looking down at me thoughtfully.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I don’t know who you are, but you don’t scare me.” I chuckle, a low, humourless sound. “You don’t know who I am? Maybe you should.” He turns to face me, raising an eyebrow. “And who are you supposed to be, exactly? Some tough guy trying to make a point?” I lean in a little closer, my eyes locked on his. “I’m someone who doesn’t take kindly to people who hurt those I care about. You crossed a line, and now you’re going to pay for it.”

“I’m just getting started, Mother. You taught me to be ruthless with my enemies. And none of you here are friends. You are my FOES!” Gloria’s breath caught. She couldn't believe the monster she had created. “You don’t get to interfere,” Jade continued, his gaze locking onto hers. “Not this time.” Her expression hardened. “I am still your mother!” There was a pause. Long, heavy, and crushing. Then... Jade said with a smirk. “No.” The word hit harder than a slap. “You stopped being that a long time ago.” The room froze with his declaration. Gloria’s face paled for a fraction of a second before anger surged through her. “How dare you...”

The reason I really don't know, with this mindset I can guess the reason, and thinking is still thinking. Why is everything so easy? I could easily open the portal and send everyone away without any problems, right in front of the villain. Why can't Arina do it? Thinking about it over and over is the issue. “It's been a long time.” Anyway, I'm sure there's something wrong with that, that bad guy once brutally killed my mother, needless to say his character, his temperament is no better.” “Who is this? Well, it's my weak brother.” The tone of disdain was annoying.