I Favor The Villainess Novels & Stories

After sending it, I turned off my phone and went to shower. Hot water poured over my face. I could not tell whether it was water or something else. The comments said: [Ahhh, the villainess is so clear-headed!] [Lucas Rhodes is divorced too? What kind of divine meeting is this?] [The male lead is starting to reminisce. Too late now.] [The villainess said it so well. She doesn't miss poverty. She misses that person.] [I suddenly think the villainess and Lucas are a great match.] [Don't rush. Let things unfold.]

I hate weak girls who keeps on romanticizing every guy’s hypocrisy! “Don’t talk to me like that. Fix yourself Jai, you look horrible” I told her in a straight and cold voice. I pity her and at the same time if affects me seeing her in that condition. I don’t want to be so soft to her because I want her to be a strong woman and not just anyone that a guy can peek on to. Among us, Jaira is the most demure and vulnerable while Ara and Hailee are both tough and feeble.

Deep down, Shanaya knew that her weakness was the source of their contempt, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her false friends poisoned her mind, whispering lies about Naina being the architect of her misery. Shanaya knew it was a deception, but her anger blinded her to the truth. She ran out of reasons to be good. Everyone labeled her a villainess, and Shanaya gradually embraced this identity. She transformed into a true villainess, never intending to harm Naina, but her fury consumed her. She sought to erase herself and her existence, believing that everyone would be happier without her. She knew that she was an unwanted character, a blight on the world.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

"It's posturing. She's playing the victim." "She's winning." Maya sits down. Looks exhausted. "Aria, the optics are terrible. Wealthy woman blackmails ex-lover into sexual submission? Even with context, even with the truth about what Damien did to you, people are going to side with Victoria. She's the jilted fiancée. You're the other woman. The predator." "I'm the victim," I say. "He destroyed my family." "I know that. You know that. But right now? The world sees you as the villain."

I asked, a mockery-wrapped laughter erupting from my lips. "You seem to have forgotten something, though. I hate you, and I hate Amery. As long as something makes the two of you happy, I will take it away." I added, and the way he looked at me? His gaze was filled with so much hatred, so much disbelief, like he was looking at the queen of evil herself. Well, he wasn't wrong to judge me like that. I was the queen of vengeance and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. " You can paint me as the villainess. I honestly don't care. And if it makes you happy, you can call me the devil herself. " I suggested, faux kindness framing my features.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

She is finally dead. “We’ve gotten rid of the bitch,” Dmitri and the others celebrated, and I just stood there. I guess we all misunderstood her. I’m happy we gave her the death she wanted. Moon Goddess, however, is the villain; she is the one ruining the wolves and causing unnecessary wars that are claiming innocents. “You don’t seem happy,” Damien said, standing beside me. I turned to him, looking at the blood on his cheeks, and I smiled. “We will talk about that later,” I said, and he nodded his head.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe