Romans & histoires I Love The Villainess

It was important, she remembered even though she had so much on her mind. — At some point his siege will close, it's better to know once and for all what that man wants with me, if he's going to kill me anyway, so be it... Let me assume I'm on your side. – Lauren asked convinced of her wishes, she knew it was a big problem, but she didn't care about anything. If her days were numbered, let her at least die being useful. He didn't believe in villains and good guys, because he knew that Karila wasn't a delicate flower, but if there was a conviction in him, it was that that woman was indeed a little better than the others and intimately she was his villain favorite in the game.

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

Whut the fudge! Like.. Mind blown! I could die happy now! So this is why the heroine falls for the male lead, how embarrassing. If I transmigrate to another world, I'd rather be the villainess who fights back than be the heroine who might faint from their whispers of love any time, anywhere. It is bad for my heart. So bad, tsk! "C-Caspian.. I'm not as great as you think," I said.

But life doesn't make sense, anyway. Now regarding her, it was expected. I disappointed my sister, by killing one of the people she loves the most in this world, our eldest brother, Octavian. And besides her sad feelings making me feel like shit and like I failed with her, I can't help but not give a damn about his death at all. And having this mindset is what makes people see me as a villainess. I can't deny that either. Again, I know what I am. As well as I know that all of the things I did, took me to where I am now.

If ever I could talk to her, I would ask ‘why did you the path of evil? Arghhh I really hate overthinking! Wala naman akong ibang ginagawa pero pakiramdam ko lahat ng energy na nasa katawan ko ay unti-unting umaalis. If I was still that naive girl, who always hate villains. I would probably say, “Karma to them. They deserve it.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

I told her softly, admitting the truth. All my life I'd been treated like shit for something I'd had absolutely no control over. So could you really blame me that I felt intensely attracted towards the one person who didn't see me as just a slave? The one person who actually saw me as a living, breathing individual? Cared enough to have an actual conversation with me? "Oh, Mel," Miss Lillian sighed from behind me, and I squeezed my eyes shut as she wrapped her arms around me from behind, providing motherly affection.

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

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?”