La Villana Es Una Marioneta Novels & Stories

Liyana told him and he nodded immediately, allowing himself to be led upstairs. I joined them a few minute later and as soon as I got closer to the room, I could hear Liyana’s giddy voice. "—and Granny said it's from a place called Peru and the lady who made it used actual llama fur and isn't that funny, Mr. Puzzle? Llama fur?" "It is... objectively humorous." Valerian replied and I stopped at the doorway watching them as Liyana held up a small knitted llama, Valerian sat at the edge of her bed examining the doll with the same intensity he gave the quarterly reports.

She didn’t seem to want to get married to me any more than I did. However, if her parents put enough pressure on her to do it, I questioned if she would actually do it. I struggled to picture a life with her, but could not. I knew that Lilliana was a product of her background and environment and that she couldn’t avoid it, but the ultimate result was a lifeless doll. No fun or enjoyment, no enthusiasm. Lilliana appeared disinterested in everything and everyone around her and appeared eternally weary. As opposed to Kira, who radiated fire, soul, and sexuality.

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

He slowly turned, eyes not softening like it usually would. [Why do I feel like he is mad?] [Stupid...] A voodoo doll appeared, floating in the air and rolling its eyes. [I am not interfering. I will just sit here and watch; this drama is way too interesting to miss.] it said, flying to a nearby tree and leisurely sitting on its protruding branch. [It's...] I badly wanted to argue with it, but the sound of bone cracking and water splashing brought my gaze back to the two men in front of me.

“I am not lying here waiting for more hands on me.” “You can barely stay upright.” “That is none of your concern.” “It became my concern the moment they chained you to me.” I stared at him. “Oh so now I'm a problem. Well aren't you such a kind gentleman.” “Iria!” The hotness I felt earlier crawled higher. My skin felt sensitive and I was uncomfortable inside my own body. I tugged at the collar of the thin garment they had dressed me in. “What did they do to me,” I asked. “You were part of a ritual you were never meant to survive,” he said.

"Isabella is a good woman. Don't slander her." "Slander?" Lina struggled to break free, her face turning red with rage. "I'm not! She's a vixen who knows nothing but tricks to seduce other men! She used her cooking to fool Vincenzo back then, and she's running the same game on you! She'll dump you sooner or later!" "Enough!" I snapped, finally losing my temper. "Lina, keep running your mouth, and I'm calling the cops." "The cops?" She snorted. "You think the police can touch me? I'm a Villo, and you're just a cast-off who fakes her death. You don't stand a chance against me!"

Silence followed. Not immediate outrage. Not disbelief yet. Just silence. Valeria blinked once. Then let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” she said. “I haven’t,” Victoria replied calmly. Valeria shook her head slightly. “A marriage contract? To a billionaire? This sounds like something people joke about in movies.” “It’s not a joke,” Victoria said. Valeria leaned forward now, voice lowering. “Victoria, I’m trying to save my brother, not join a reality experiment.”

Present Viviana's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Someone will be here soon," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "And then, you'll be gone." Valerie knew she had to act fast. She tried to free herself, but Viviana was too strong. In a desperate bid to escape, Valerie struggled and kicked, but Viviana was ready for her. With a swift motion, Viviana brought the gun handle down on Valerie's head, sending her crashing to the ground.

viranica didn't understood anything viranica : what do you mean sana : don't you remember a girl hugging your prince in shopping mall viranica : that girl prince saved her so she hugged him sana : what about the girl hugged him in your college viranica : it is also same girl . . . sana smiled faintly and said "it's me only" viranica asked "so you're the one my prince saved" sana said "nah I'm one of his slave" viranica is shocked and asked "What do you mean"

His jaw tightened as he forced each word out, as though holding himself back from something far more violent. “You’ve only proven to me..." His eyes darkened as they bore into her. "Just how low and despicable you truly are as a woman... giving your body away so easily, and to someone like Villion.” “And who should it be if not Villion?” Lila retorted coldly. “You?” she added. “Bruno, let me be clear... out of all four of you, Villion is the only one I will ever give the right to my body.”