Living As The Villainess Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Little wonder Kael hated me; I had ruined his family all because the King wanted total control. I flung the Queen’s dress away from my body and walked into my closet. I would show them all. Queen Vidika and King Blanchard. They bought me from Calantha to mess with me and finish me off whenever they decided to. But I’m not a pawn. If I’m on the chessboard, then I’ll be the queen. Devania rule three—Only the truly powerful survive here. With that resolve in mind, I dressed quickly in the black leathers Rylan had commissioned for me. It was a smooth fit, allowing me proper movement; the back had a hood perfect for hiding my hair and face.

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

She was reborn as the queen, Luli, about whom she read the story that morning. The miserable one but the queen after all. Nevertheless, her struggles continued as she had to approach things from a different angle. The issue was that Shelly was transmigrated to the second half of the book, which she never got the chance to read. What will she do? How will she manage her life in the body of a weak and timid queen? Will she give up or will she strike back at those who had been making it hard to live for the queen? *************

And of course, there was Christian—the dominant uncle who tonight had surrendered a part of his power just to possess the intimacy of her plump body completely. "All of you are the ones who started this game, and I am the one who will ensure your dynasty crumbles into a complete mess along with Dominic," Vivienne whispered triumphantly, staring at her reflection in the window glass with a merciless gaze. The queen had returned to her throne, ready to hand down punishment to anyone who dared block her path.

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.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

It seems you've forgotten the punishment for laying a false accusation on a member of the royal family. Tiana: (angrily) Argh! Wait till I get my hands on you! Queen Victoria: Unfortunately, That'll never happen because I'm going to make sure you get executed real soon. Tiana: (crying) YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, I SW€AR!!!!! (She b@ngs on the cell angrily) Queen Victoria: This will teach you lessons, One, People aren't who or what they seem, Two, Never trust anyone. (Queen Victoria leaves the dungeon)