Kill The Villainess Novels & Stories

The other time, I almost ingested poison from picking up a fruit around the garden, thankfully, Joewella was there to stop me. I couldn't help but slump my head on the table as I groaned in frustration. I think Victoria survived all these years because of Joewella. I stared at the woman who is cheerfully humming as she swept the dried leaves off the ground. I bet she's not an ordinary maid, no one could detect a bomb unless they know much about it. A smirk played on my lips as I sat back. I don't care about her secrets, as long as she won't stab me from the back, I would call her my ally.

Villix I was even degraded as the villain of their story when in fact, I am also a victim… But if they do want me to be one, why not give them what they want? Ciara is a closet killer, I bet almost everyone already knew that fact, but what no one knew was that she's also a closet psycho. Meanwhile, Killix was also didn't raised well, a brat who strived to save the woman who killed her mother. Of a thousand times I tried to be good for them, I got nothing good in return. Instead, what I have got is mere insult, betrayal, and death threats.

My lungs burned as I inhaled water and coughed uncontrollably, for a second I thought she really meant to kill me. Women are especially bloodthirsty when it comes to their family. She killed before for Gabe maybe she’d kill me for Erica because in her mind I’m the villain. Well, I won’t deny it but I’m the villain who loves her sister to the point of dying for her and killing everyone who even thought to hurt her and then I’ll come back to kill more if she’s still in danger. So she can kill me all she wants but she still won't get rid of me and I want to believe that my little devil will never forgive her if I died. .

” Nyssa smirked before chanting the same death spell that killed her mate. “You can’t destroy me, bitch !” Vlad barked. “Well I am. Happy Journey to Hell, you rotten dog. Skadoosh !” Nyssa chimed and that was revenge served best cold !! The ultimate revenge. Now it was chatting time with the villain’s harem of witches. Just couldn’t wait to show those bitches their true place- in the pots of boiling oil in hell !! From the far corner of the pack land, when she heard Zompano’s cries, she knew her husband must be smiling at them right now.

she tried to restrain herself from yelling out loud cause that would make the servants run in and she wanted to settle whatever he wants from her that moment without anyone around. "If you wanted to know, then you would have come as I told you to. I told you to come up to the roof top as I was ready to tell you everything." "Well I can't just go up there alone and met you. What if you kill me?" He smirked, "I marked you and you are the only one who can help me right now so why would I want to kill you?" He returned her question. "Cause you are the villain and would surely want me so I will make you even more powerful." she replied and went on, "You can just tell me what you want now."

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

Adam said. "She is not, she is also a betrayer, just like Jessica, she killed the one that loves her, she was even worst than Jessica, she killed him because she was hungry to get a revenge, she deserves everything that happened to her, first, a female doesn't deserve to rule a kingdom, only us men with Power and minds to rule, women are only meant to be in the kitchen where they belong." Vincent ranted.

She stared at her evenly before enunciating, "I am a player in this game. Just like you. Now can we talk properly?" Denise' eyes bulged two times its original size. Her gasp almost swallowed Jana whole. "You... you!" "Me? Me!" she squealed, "I"m the reason why you died on the last level!" Jana saw her mouth formed into a smile. Yet before she could let it out, Jana's words made her stop. "Stupid!" She gathered her notes before unceremoniously bashing Jana's head with it. "Stupid! You could've find another way to overcome the situation without actually killing me! I have the unfortunate role of being the villain's lackey throughout these missions— the problem is, with every storyline, there e

Because, heroes will sacrifice the heroine for the world but villains will destroy the whole world for her. She even has a wild fantasy that she wants a Mafia to abduct her then he will fall in love with her. I told her while breaking the bubbles of her illusional world that he won't fall in love with you but cut you into pieces and feed his dogs. She made a sad, cute face and said, I'm very cruel.

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.