Living As The Villainess Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Livey got it to the last straw, “My whole life I had been on the run just because of you, I went through hell just to be with my mate and then I realized that I am the Queen of Atlantis and have to rule after my parents. I was doing perfectly fine with my mate by my side until you came along threatening to end everything, you raged a war against my city and made me reject my mate just because you want an heir from me!” Livey yelled as she got up with fire all over her.

That's my reality now. This version of pain is a deep and sensational one, one that wounds and never heals. Now I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, I don't even know if I know the real villain. She's behind, always in the shadows, dressed in elegant and big dresses and talks in a posh accent. Who could tell that she's the face behind the whole thing, who could tell that she as the actual Moreau demon Queen?

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

Standing in the center of the room surrounded by four people in hoods was a woman. She turned around. My heart stopped beating. She looked like me. Not the First Mother with hair, from my dreams. She looked like Esmeralda. She wore the dress I wore when I was crowned queen but it was torn and stained with black ink. "Who are you?" Killian shouted, his claws coming out. The woman smiled, and it was a cold, empty thing. "I am the pieces you left behind, Esmeralda. I am the rage you tried to balance. I am the shadow of the Queen."

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

I do want to try. I don't remember my name from my past life. In this life, I was reincarnated as the villainess of a game I loved more than anything. She never had any happy endings in the game. Always being abandoned by her family in the end. Her name, no, my name is Aurelia Giliam. I will try to live a life where I am able to find my own happy ending.

“What the heel is going on here? Let me go! How dare all of you! I am the Queen!” “Your reign is over, you little witch! Your lies have been exposed. Every little thing you do has been known by the king. All your sick and twisted plan to destroy the Sviatoslavich family and your cruel acts is witness by the king and the prince. The only place you will find your rest now is the dungeon!” “But I am queen!” “No you’re not!” His voice booms in the gloomy room. “The real queen survived your family vicious attacks. Once all of this misunderstanding is dealt with, the real queen will take the throne and you will spend the rest of your life rotting in the dungeon.”

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The bad part was that I was thrown away by him. I was about to wonder why he did what he did until I saw the way he was looking at her, and the realization hit me as hard as possible. There are mates, and the one supposed to be the werewolves' Queen is destined to the enemy. What a fun story!!!