I Became The Villainess In An Anticlimactic Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

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.

They still had a problem, a big problem that almost took the life of the male lead. It happened when Cassius Maximilian appeared, the real villain of the novel. He was a well written villain because apart from not having a sad past, he only became a villain because he was bored. I got up and went straight to the study table. I sat down and took a blank piece of paper, then took out the ink and pen. I observed the writing and practiced the movements of how to write. I'm not good at it, can't the ballpen be reincarnated here?

Looking at the two maids, Maria was once again reminded of that same ojou-sama character from A Fairytale Romance. In the novel, there was a long list of villainous characters who tried to compete with the heroine to win the male lead's love. Yet there was one villainess that stood out and it wasn't because she was ruthless and vicious, but because she was an idiot, a comic relief character rather than an actual villain.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

She click-clacked away in her heels. I stayed buried in Jace's arms, breathing in the cedar scent I knew so well. A line of comments flashed through my mind: [WHAT. I'm done. The male lead was in love with the villainess all along!] [Wait wait wait — what about the original novel? This isn't how it goes!] [Maybe... the original is the original, and this is its own story?] [I'm SOBBING. He loves her so much. I hereby declare this ship CANON AND LOCKED.]

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.

"I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the story." Morwen leaned her head on Clara's shoulder. "What about it?" Clara looked at the garden—at the flowers, the tree, the witnesses gathering at the gate. "The story was supposed to be about a villainess and a heroine. The novel was clear about that. The villainess was supposed to be obsessed with the crown prince. The heroine was supposed to save the kingdom. I was supposed to be a background character, dead before chapter three." Morwen laughed—a soft, warm sound. "And instead?"