Novel & Cerita I Love The Villainess

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

'So, she's the next victim, huh? 'The last three thought they could change Ivan and insist on marrying him, although they found his secret, and look where it got them. This one is even dumber, completely blinded by love. I bet she thinks he can still be redeemed. Little does she know, he doesn't love her at all.' 'Who does she think she is? Nobody asked her to save Ivan. He’s way out of her league. She’s nothing but a cheap whore.' 'We need more villainous male leads! I wonder how this woman would die this time. I can't wait to see it! Now Ivan is what I call a true villain. God, it’s so satisfying to see those idiots die in disbelief.'

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

I leaned in, with my hands stuffed in my pants pockets. “Oh yeah?” she mutters. I smile. “Well, other than the dress what else did you like about me?” she asks again. “Everything,” I reply. Yes, her beauty goes beyond just her dress; it's also reflected in her personality and soul. If only she could see herself through my eyes, she would realize how truly flawless she is and never doubt herself. I wish she knew how profoundly she has impacted my life and how much she means to me. And I am willing to make any sacrifice for her, even if it means giving up my life, just to have her by my side in another lifetime.

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

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.

Her name fell from my lips, softer this time. “Selene…” And when I pulled her toward me, her cries filled the room— Echoing against stone and silence— Until they became something else entirely. Not love. Not hate. Something darker. Something final. And somewhere deep inside me… I accepted it. If I had to be the villain to remain in her story— Then so be it. 🔥

Villains didn’t fight tooth and nail just to be seen. Villains didn’t deserve everything they got. They took it. I forced my eyes open wider, studying the woman in the mirror. Her flawless eyeliner. Her peach-blushed cheekbones. The diamond choker glittering like tiny teeth against her throat. No. I wasn’t the villain. I’m a survivor.