Kill The Villainess Ch 1 Novels & Stories

"To everyone else in this village, that woman never died at all. She woke this morning as she always does, with no memory of collapsing in the square, no memory of her own death." Elara stared at him, her mind reeling. "But I remember it. I watched her fall. I watched the boy scream." "I know," Kael said, his voice heavy. "Now you understand." "Understand what?" Her voice rose, sharp with fear and confusion, drawing a brief, curious glance from the innkeeper before she lowered it again. "Explain it to me, Kael. Properly, for once, instead of speaking in half sentences and letting me piece together the horror on my own."

"I refused at the right time. The pearl asks one question, eighth. Once. Late. When you are tired. When you have already given everything else. The question is not the bonding question. The question is the second question. *Will you stay.* You will know the moment when it asks. You will know because everything in you will want to say yes. *Say no.* That is the only craft I have to teach you. Refuse the second question. Refuse it even if your kingdom is on fire. Refuse it even if the man you love is dying. Refuse it especially then. The pearl will go quiet. It will not leave you. But it will go quiet, and you will sleep for a long time, and you will wake up half-mad in a trench, and you will

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

“Find the knowledge in traditional way. Searching every pages of the book would be good enough.” “I hate you Jeoff! You promise me! I hate you! Next time, I wouldn’t really believe on you! You are such a liar! A immense liar!” then she get the cushion pillow and throw it to me. I was forced to open my eyes. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

“Ohhh… you’re going to kill me? Kill me in bed baby come here uh” I took the vase to the table in case he didn’t listen to me. When I noticed that I am already close to the door, I immediately run to it but to my disappointment, it was locked. “What the---” *SMASH* I hit his head with the vase after he tried attacking me. He maliciously wraps me in his arms and pull me back to the center. He was not even affected when I broke the vase on his head. He’s couldn’t feel the pain.

“I am not dead. I am part of the core now. I am the core. And the core is eternal.” She turned to face me. And the core flared. I raised the dagger. “Then I will destroy you both.” --- END OF CHAPTER 38

There was a murderous aura coming out of her and it felt like she wanted to bury me alive. We exchanged no words. I stood still while she continued to kill me with that terrifying gaze of hers but Ramessa wasn’t bothered by that at all. She proceed to introduce the woman with hostile vibes to me, “This is the woman who is second on the list of Vincent’s Villain origin story.” What? I shot my head at Ramessa, “What?” What is that supposed to mean? She smiled at me, “Run along now,” She said, “If you're curious about her, ask Vincent.” I was pushed out a little from where Luca took my hand and took me away.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

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…’