Lv 99 Villainess Novels & Stories

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

" Level – 5/100 Experience - 5th Rank [SP] – 425 [HP] – 21% Weapon Mastery - ​​​????? Alchemy – Not Ranked Luciana gave a nasty look at the stat card. "You're a waste of space, Nelanian!"

said Victor, who returned to explain. "Then in number 9 there is Crocodile who has reached a high level of spiritual power like Boa Snake, an Initial Level Demon Master, and they are both from the Jan clan or half-animal," said Victor. "2 stealth people" said Liem quietly "In the order of 8 and 7 there are twins Vika and Viki, they both have spiritual strength at a high level, namely the peak Demon Master, namely Level 7," said Victor. "A Female Fighter" Liem said quietly

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

[The host's anger towards each character 1. Male lead: Duncan Hiddleston: 75% - currently has an increasing trend. 2. Female lead: Maris Jane: 45% - currently has an upward trend. 3. Female eight: Oriana Alice: 0% - the current level remains the same. 4. Male minor character, odd: Theodore Mark: 0% - current level remains the same. Please end the statistics table.] “App upgrade is getting better and better. What if I intervene to help a character I like?”

Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine. Her short dark hair has turned white and her eyes are glowing in a violet shade. Raising her hands, she shoots another purple blast at the men, separating them from Anna and Lavi. But Nine is on the other side of the barrier, trapping herself with Damien and his men. “Go!” She exclaims. “Just go!” “Nine-” Anna yells but Lavi pulls her away. “We have to save her!” Anna demands. “She will be fine!” Lavi assures her. “She knows what to do.”

I understood, dimly, somewhere below the planning and the patience and the careful strategic thinking, that it was not enough and had not been enough for a long time and that what I was carrying was no longer something that could be satisfied by coincidences and proximity and the slight unconscious relaxation of his shoulders from twelve meters away. I did not look at that understanding directly. I kept working. The third week of the selection. Twelve days to the Grand Ceremony. The senior selection candidates had settled into something that resembled a social hierarchy within the pavilion — I had pieced this together from the corridor gossip that circulated through the servant network with

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

As the door closes behind him, I smile wide. His wife is the luckiest. Oh, dear. I wish to have a man like him. Is Zack like him? Or…is the way better? I shut my registry as my head turned sharply at the sound of the door opening. Lizzie walks in wearing a blue shirt and light blue jeans. Her curly black hair cascades down her shoulders, and her dark skin is glowing under the sunlight. She looks stunning. “Hello, my beautiful woman,” she grins as she approaches me. I rise on my feet and advance toward her, pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around my waist.

“You brought a fake dress just to prove what exactly? And seeing that you didn’t even remove the tag, you must have rented it. You couldn’t even afford a fake dress. Tell me, mirror… who is the most classless of them all?” Mia’s eyes flashed with humiliation as she tried to snatch the tag, but Lilith sidestepped, and she fell forward right beside me. She groaned in pain as her knee bled, staining the dress. “You bitch!” Mia roared, clutching her bleeding knee. “Who the hell are you?” Lilith crouched in front of her, smirking. “I am Lilith Valtor—the Crown Princess of the BlueMoon Pack,” then, in a chilling voice, she added, “…and your personal nemesis.”