Novel & Cerita Lady Villain

I hate weak girls who keeps on romanticizing every guy’s hypocrisy! “Don’t talk to me like that. Fix yourself Jai, you look horrible” I told her in a straight and cold voice. I pity her and at the same time if affects me seeing her in that condition. I don’t want to be so soft to her because I want her to be a strong woman and not just anyone that a guy can peek on to. Among us, Jaira is the most demure and vulnerable while Ara and Hailee are both tough and feeble.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

In Lili’s eyes, she hadn’t changed at all. Lili wiped away the tears from the old lady's eyes. Then she grinned, chest puffed, waving an ornate fan to her face, acting like some villainess she read from some old dusty novel in the attic. "Don't worry about me. Worry about the one who'll buy me. If I'm this beautiful, I could make him do what I want. I'll play him on my palms." Ow! The stunning lady staggered as she held her aching head. Surely, it'll become a swollen bump later. Still, a thin smile arched as she threw a glance at the old lady before her.

Mystery Bride" the tabloids had been whispering about all day. Damian slipped a possessive arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. Smile, Aara, he whispered through gritted teeth as he nodded to the cameras. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and the smell of old money. Men in tailored suits and women dripping in jewels turned their heads as they walked by. The whispers followed them like a trail of smoke. Is that her? "I heard she was a commoner." "Look at the way she’s holding onto him. Clearly a gold digger." Aara kept her head high, her nails digging into her palms. She felt like a specimen on display. At the center of the room, seated on a velvet chair

She had never liked Isabelle’s daughter either. A female child had no value to her. She prefers sons to daughters who will stay as the head of the family. And now that child had long been declared dead. At least, that was the story. Socialites filled the hall. Cameras flashing. Laughter rose and fell in rehearsed rhythms. Gifts were being presented to Old Madam Vale.At the center of attention stood Lydia Vale. She wore a silver couture gown sculpted to perfection, her makeup flawless, her smile radiant. Fame had polished her image into something untouchable.

“We don’t need any introduction.” Her laugh was low and sweet, like poisoned honey. “You look too pretty to be a villain.” “Wouldn’t you love to know what a pretty villain can do?” I shot back. Her eyes narrowed, but her smile didn’t falter. “I don’t care. You’re just a needy bitch.” My brows arched. “And who’s a needy bitch?” “A cheap woman who tries to rub herself against another woman’s man.” I laughed softly, leaning closer to the bars. “Funny, because that man you’re trying so hard to marry… he’s already arched my waist and groaned in my ear while I made him lose control.”

The guard was taken aback by the lady's harshness, but didn't dare say a word. She was Lady Esme, the Don's personal cook and his eldest and longest worker. She made rules for the workers to follow and no one dared oppose her. Opposing her meant opposing the Don,and the outcome was always something not to be experienced. They entered the luxurious suite like place,and Amaya couldn't help but admire it's beauty. She had thought the exteriors of the place was wow, but this sight before her almost made her breathless. Even her father's mansion didn't measure up to this.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

“ i know she had told you enough lies but let me help you out because we are all victims of her lies, her name is Annastacia green, she's a miserable lady, a prostitute, who goes around, sleeping with men, she doesn't have any nice intention for anyone, and being in a place like this, she should be casted away” The lady stared at her in awe, “ she would scam you of your clothes, hats how she survives, she's a criminal, did you sell anything to her?” i asked, still stunned she pointed at the dress anna wore, i didn't notice the elegant dress she wore, i would have ripped it out the moment i saw it, but just the sight of her face alone made my heart boil, I just wanted to ruin her calm look, s

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”