My Next Life As A Villainess Light Novel Novels & Stories

Because of his system eating vinegar, half of the Empire go blown away by his Thunderstorm along with his Dark magic. But with the light magic of the female lead and Water magic of the male lead. The main villainess was surrendered by light and got also killed by it. Thinking back of this novel, Xia Yu can't help but to only sigh softly underneath her breath. 'What a pathetic death' Actually the Current Xia Yu like all the characters in the novel because she thought all of the characters has a bad life and only want to be loved. Especially the main villainess. Emperor. Sigh.

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

Dania frowned, then stepped back, preparing theirself mentally to listen to her comment. One of the things they did apart from chatting or doing lecture assignments was discussing any novels and films, including the web novel by Dania that was just launched two months ago and immediately received an exclusive contract offer from the platform. Their web novel took a genre that was currently popular: isekai in which the main character was being a villain who tried to follow the plot correctly. However, what distinguishes this story from other stories was the complexity of the plot and the feelings of each character, as well as the lack of the main character's desire to save his life, which was

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And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

Again and again and again and again and— She presses her fingers to her sternum. Breathes. The candle gutters as a draft moves through the room. The flame holds. She is seventeen years old. She lives inside the most hidden territory on the continent, protected by the most ancient bloodline in the known world, surrounded by women who have devoted their lives to preserving hers. She has never been to war. She has never been in danger. She has, by every material measure available to her, been perfectly safe since the moment she was born.

The word came out in a language that was and was not English — she understood it perfectly, felt it in her mouth as naturally as breathing, but something about the shape of it told her it was not the language she had been born into. She had read enough reincarnation novels to understand what had happened. She had, in fact, read the specific one this appeared to be. The Crimson Oath of Asterveil. Four hundred and twelve pages of dense fantasy romance that her book club had chosen the month before the one with the villainess, and which Clara had enjoyed slightly more, which was to say she had found it merely frustrating rather than actively infuriating. She remembered the broad strokes: a magi

It was the kind of novel where everyone was broody, beautiful, and one emotional outburst away from starting a war. Lady Astrid Valemont wasn’t a heroine. She wasn’t even a main character. She was a minor noble girl whose entire plotline lasted exactly five chapters—ending with her untimely death at the hands of a werewolf assassin. That death? It was the spark that set off a bloody centuries-old war between vampires and wolves. In other words… I had reincarnated as the pretty, disposable side character with a death flag hanging over her head. Fantastic. The maid was still standing there, waiting. I cleared my throat and pasted on the brightest, most harmless smile I could muster. “Of course

"He used to cook for me too, all the time." The bed began moving toward the operating room. William gripped my hand tightly. I forced a small smile. "What are you so afraid of?" I asked. "If you don't make it out... what am I supposed to do?" he said. I paused. Then, I said quietly, "Then let's meet again in the next life." Our hands were pulled apart, and the doors of the operating room closed behind me. … [In the Next Life — March 16, 2024, 2:07 AM — I'm Turning Into An Angel]