I'll Become A Villainess That Goes Down In History นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Perfect description for a pathetic little princess who thinks the world revolves around her.” My chest tightened, like invisible hands were squeezing it. Vanessa glanced at the clock and gasped theatrically. “Dear, lord! It’s almost nine, baby.” “News time,” Valen said, his smirk deepening. They turned to me in unison. “Since you’re here,” he said lightly, “you might as well watch. You’ll enjoy it.” Vanessa picked up the remote, twirling it between her fingers. “Get ready to watch the history of your life rewritten, sweetheart. Starring you, in the role of a lifetime.”

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

"Werewolves are a bunch of self entitled morons who think just because they can do something wrong to someone weaker than they are, they should." I shook my head again, the next words pouring out of my mouth unfiltered. "First, not everyone is like that. And second, that's also one of the reasons I want to become the Luna. I want to make a difference for the better now that I actually have the power to do so. I've lived like a slave my entire life, I don't want others to feel the same way, not if I can help it. I want to abolish slavery from this pack once and for all. I know that banning it in one pack won't make that big a difference but at least it's a start, right?"

“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.

AS THE word continued to spread, Aldrich and Aimilios both gazed at the newspaper handed to them by their own assistants, many of which were articles about their sister, Alesteria. All of the articles pointed out that Alesteria is a villain and that she is not the saint that everyone assumed she was, implying that she has a terrible attitude unfit for a princess. This made Aldrich and Aimilios's blood boil. "Who made this?!" Aldrich threw the newspaper across the room, setting it on fire in mid-air using his mana, as it turned to ashes the moment it hit the ground. Aimilios just used his mana to make the newspaper vanish into thin air.

} Amused by the system's answer and nonchalant tone, she had thought she had put it in a tight spot but surprisingly it seemed indifferent at her threats. "Why shouldn't I do that? Like I said, I'm not scared of pain." {It isn't about you this time} "En. What is it about then?" {At your original world, moments before you were ejected, you promised someone on your swords honor. That if you were able to change their fate you won't hesitate doing so. Unless your honor and dignity as a swordswoman is worth nothing, and you are a person who goes back on their words, please do go into oblivion.}

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

"Don't cry for a girl who wouldn't cry for you. She chose her path. Now you will choose yours." She smiled, a sweet, dangerous smile that promised a world of vengeance. "I'm not going to lie to you, Willa. You were nothing. You were a pawn. But now… now you're going to be something. Something more. We're going to make you powerful. And Ivy… she won't be able to stop you. She won't be able to touch you ever again." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Wouldn't you like that, Willa? Wouldn't you like to pay her back for what she did to you?"

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.