Kill The Villainess Ch 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE FOURTEEN I was still checking myself in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my mum again. she is never tired of an argument, she love to know everything going on. I don't blame her though that is how our family is. we carry each other burden. "Nor again mum" I yelled, Miller open the door and I was stunned to see Miller. I buried my face in my hand like a soldier that just lost a battle.

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

Whatever punishment existed for what they had done. But this. *This* he did not have the right to. I will kill him, I thought. The thought arrived clean and cold and completely certain. Whatever softened in me before, it hardened back into something solid. I will kill him. I curled my fist. And then I heard footsteps. Close. Coming this way. Fast. I panicked. --- >>Rewind<< Third Person POV The sitting room was quiet. Damir was on the sofa with his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hand and his head tipped all the way back against the top of the white cushion. Staring at the ceiling.

Davina cocked the gun and pointed it at her aunt, the woman's eyes grew wide and before she could utter a word, Davina pulled the trigger and shot her in the face. Matteo giggled and placed his hand on her shoulder, "Come with me and I'll make you not only powerful but richer than Giovanni." Present day. Vanora Campbell. All I saw was darkness, my hands were tied behind my back, and it was so tight that I felt blood dripping from my wrist. My body ached, everything in me was searing, burning pain that wanted me to scream. My head felt like shattered glass engulfed in my skull. It was like my body was on fire.

“Someone… help…” No one came. How could they do this to me? She was the one who tried to kill me. She’s the villain. So why am I the one suffering again? Her vision blurred, her body trembling violently. Grandpa… I don’t think I can survive this life. Her neck swelled more, each breath thinner than the last. Vanessa… Will you finally kill me? Make sure you succeed this time. Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and helpless, as her body grew heavier.

Well, every girl is the heroine of their hero. His always emotionless eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile. Taking him off guard. He took the girl out to the roof to play with rain, the same girl he was supposed to kill. The same girl who recorded and threatened him. The same girl who looks at him with utmost disgust in her innocent eyes. And it all felt like a story. A villain falling in love with an innocent heroine. And like every villain he also doesn't mind burning the whole fucking word just to have her beside him.

“Jesus Christ.” Memory crashes into me all at once—her childhood. Her father. Her friends. Every single thing. Minthe Vale. Villainess. The Villainess. Daughter of the Imperial Beta House and someone who . . . someone who dies in chapter three! She’s gonna have a future public execution! She’s obsessed with the Alpha King. Humiliates the heroine. And dies miserably. I sit there in silence while maids continue preparing clothes around me, my heartbeat pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to kill me?" Nanahimik ako. Bakit nga ba? Bakit ba kailangan ko siyang patayin? Nang magtama ang paningin namin ay naglakad ako palapit sa kan'ya. Then, with a calmness that even surprised me, I spoke the words that had been etched into my soul since I reincarnated as a villainess of this novel. "It's my destiny," I said simply. "It's my destiny to kill you."

Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was only beginning. Outside, unseen and silent, shadows moved in the distance. Eyes glimmered, scanning the horizon. The villains from the past were not far behind, and the chase had only just begun. Shadow seen outside the window—villains are tracking her. —END OF CHAPTER 1—