Mommy Villainess 소설 & 이야기

I bite my inner cheek until I taste blood, forcing my brain to back away from the gap. I don't need the exact dates. What I need is something different. I force my eyes open, taking a deep, shuddering breath to steady my lungs before forcing myself to speak aloud again, my voice trembling slightly as I pace toward the doorway. "Augustine was a highly coveted mate in his youth, but even though he had pledged himself to Bea Bellmoore, half the young female omegas and betas in the pack chased him relentlessly.” Among them was Clara Bellmoore, Bea’s own sister. The original villainess, and my mother.

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.

Victoria's smile disappeared. "The truth." Alessia stepped forward. "Give it to me." "No." Victoria looked directly at Amara. "It belongs to her." Amara looked at Alessia. Then back at Victoria. For the first time, Alessia didn't tell her what to do. She simply watched. Amara slowly stepped forward. Victoria held out the envelope. Amara took it. There was one sentence written across the front. FOR MY DAUGHTER, WHEN SHE FINALLY MEETS ALESSIA.

She declared and awaited a response from me. I quickly asked Echo what he thought, but he didn't give me a reply as always. "Damn! I hate you Echo" I growled inside my head. "I hate you too, Damien. As much as you hate yourself!" He spoke. Echo was killing me. He wasn't a gift from the Moon Goddess. He was a curse! "1 month. And he must abide to the rules of this pack or he'll be thrown out instantly!" I remarked. "Sure, son." My mom seemed happy. I already knew why. I knew the kind of woman she was, so I wasn't surprised. All she ever did was fuck around like she did uncle Mason. Good thing he stood his ground many times.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

She looked at Maridelle. Maridelle reciprocated her smile, but smiling even better than her. “Game. Let’s do it.” They are full of excited anticipation. Hodor is sitting on his throne; Vamoire is on his right and the inseparable Jek and Viller found a corner to embrace. Whilst Maridelle sat on the foot of his throne, she filled herself with thougths of what she could possibly do the beings she is going to feed with her blood. All of her imagination is pure evil, leaving no space for kindness. She desired for something unbeatable and could cause real terror as she plays with a newly whetted dagger on her hand.

she added, folding her arms smugly. Rose's eyes narrowed as she stared at Brindle with disgust. "You think you can get away with everything, don’t you? You’re nothing but a desperate, conniving coward trying to ruin other people’s lives because you can't stand your own misery. You are an evil person; villains aren’t born, they are created. A demon on earth. I will make sure you pay for it. Your mother must be somewhere regretting giving birth to someone like you."

she praises me, and I almost feel bad for wanting to listen. Mommy turns around and looks at the lady. "You no-good daughter of a fucking bitch piece of shit! How dare you come near this place, near my cub? Do you have a death wish? I bet you fucking do, so why don't you get your skank ass out of the building so I can finish the abortion your parents failed years ago without messing up the carpet?" Mommy takes a step closer to the lady. The lady looks super scared, but I don't blame her because mommy says a lot of bad words. I won't tell her I heard.

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.