Novel & Cerita My Villian Academia

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.

In the sponsorship group chat, I notice someone has used their aid money to buy the latest LV handbag. I send a friendly reminder in the group chat, saying, "Please use the financial aid for your studies and avoid unnecessary spending just to keep up with others." Ella Lowe, the campus belle, immediately makes a post online to attack me. "He's sponsoring all these poor students because he wants to find a sugar baby! He's only doing it because he wants our bodies!" I am left stunned. For the past five years, I have never interfered with their personal lives and simply tried to help students who can't afford an education. Yet these indignant university students actually report me to th

No matter how much he disguised himself as Derrick, he would never give up his controlling ways. The ride to Werewolf Academia felt longer than I remembered. Maybe because the last time I had stepped foot there, my life had been completely different. I had been Malia then, Avan’s girlfriend and Savannah's best friend. An Omega turned beta that some people either respected or were jealous of. Now, I was just an unfamiliar face among the students, a newcomer they would whisper about.

Jacob stated in shock at what I've implied. "Shut it! it's already been decided " I said as I shushed. Sudden mana was all over the place and all of us were stunned when we saw Maximillian Velry. One of the descendants of Marianne Velry. A royal blood, he was supposed to rule us all but instead his brother Austin Velry inherited the throne. Maximilian doesn't want any position that isn't right for him. And most importantly he is the founder of Alzean Academy who's in his mid-80s.

“It’s all nonsense, Dad. Jealous rumors started by my ex-boyfriend Lucas Grant. He can’t accept that we broke up months ago, so he’s spreading lies about me and Professor Adrian Vale.” Vanessa leaned forward, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her wine glass. “Professor Vale? The one whose lecture Lucas disrupted? People are saying things, Mia. Disgusting things. That you’re involved with him. That you’ve been seen in his office after hours, in the library—”

She had practically rewritten his academic papers, tutoring him and making him look far smarter than he actually was just so he could secure a competitive edge. It was her brainpower, her sleepless nights, and her hard work that had built his resume from scratch. She had been a truly dumb, blind fool. She had fallen for his sweet words and selflessly helped him, all so he could secure a coveted spot in the most prestigious institution in the country. And what exactly was Velmora Academy? It was the ultimate breeding ground for the elite. Every single person who graduated from its halls went on to secure a high-ranking position in the city, the state, or the government.

The Co-Commander begins, "Zi Yan once murmured that her hands are disappearing.. I check her hands and they seemed to be fine. She would also mutter in her sleep about a herb that can make her fall asleep for eternity.. Do you know what she means, Scholar Li?" Scholar Li frowns, "..Yes. I know what she mean. I will have a talk with her. Perhaps it will make a change." Before Scholar Li heads out, he asks, "And Co-Commander.. Is it true? That it was the Tenth Prince who revealed the Eighth Prince's Plan?" Xu Kai's eyes rest on the ground, "..Yes. I recently heard the news too. I believe he had swapped my transcript with a fake one and handed it to the Emperor. Ever since that.. He never commu

"I mean, why would the Romanos adopt a massacre survivor?" Like what the two had said, Giovanni and Liliana were known as the pair who ran Combattere L'Academia one of the best if not only Assassin Academy in Europe. And despite running operations in the shadows, said academy was registered in the government as a private school for handpicked individuals.

Some assholes even said shitty things about me during their mindlink, and it not only made things worse that the professor in charge, Master Damian, also hates me because I'm omega and only gave me two trial attempts, which I flopped, so I had to sit down the rest of the class and watch the other students put up a show of more than twenty rounds. Why the hell am I here again? I walk out of the study rooms and descend the spiral stairs and out of the Great Hall. I move around the school with nowhere in mind. The moment I reach the center of the school, my eyes widen in awe. The large courtyard in the center of the academy is surrounded by a high metal cage; large benches ring the inside of th

He slumped back, consciousness fleeing into the cider's oblivion, his head lolling against the booth's wooden frame. I sat in the silence, the rain drumming against the roof, the geas burning on my wrist, the weight of Vance's confession settling in my chest like stones dropped into deep water. The Academy had known. Always known. They had built their power on an ancient hunger, fed it with students and secrets, and when it began to wake, when the corruption spread too far to hide, they found me - a convenient monster, a reusable villainess, a scapegoat who could be sacrificed when the narrative demanded.