No More Pain For This Villain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was the least he deserved. " Also, I hope you can keep your promise to her...." I added, bitterly, too. When he saw what I had just given him, his expression froze. He looked visibly enraged, in disbelief, and hurt. But hurt? How could the villain feel any pain? I must have seen my things. " You...You..." He stammered, his words failing him, and I laughed, really laughed. The ever-so-proud Young Master Marco was stammering, that was comforting.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

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.

The man leading them was Nico's former boss. His people beat Nico half to death, then tied up Julian too. Julian screamed at me like a lunatic. "Grant Whitmore, you monster. If he takes us back, he'll torture us to death. You are a murderer." The boss bowed slightly to me. "Thank you, Mr. Whitmore, for helping me find two traitors. I will not trouble you further." Then he took them away. I picked up the original divorce agreement, the one that left Mira with nothing, and walked over to her.

"Not your fight, Luke. He was never your fight. You just opened a box of silver that’s going to burn you alive." "Wow." Luke stepped back, shaking his head. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. I saw a soul in pain and I helped. End of story. I’m not the villain here. I’m not going to repent for it." "You sure he was the one in pain?" "What the hell does that even mean? You saw him. He was a wreck."

Lia *** Trigger Warning *** Pain surged through me, tears blurring my vision as I witnessed my mate being pleasured by another woman, someone who wasn’t me. The sight seared into my mind, a dagger twisting in my heart. I gasped for air, each breath a struggle against the agony of his betrayal. His climax echoed in my ears as he released himself down her throat, a gut-wrenching sound that intensified my anguish. Determination burned within me, vowing to punish her for daring to touch what belonged to me. With a wicked smile, he whispered, “We’re not finished yet, sweetheart,” as he sat down, forcefully guiding her onto his throbbing member.

he moaned, penetrating me even harder. “Let me go, please!” I wailed. He never listened. I was worthless, helpless, and defenseless. Never imagined losing my virginity to a villain, not even in my wildest nightmare. The following morning, I was lying down on the bed, facing up and crying out my pain. The constant pain in my thighs was terrible. It felt like two hammers were hitting each other in my thighs. The shooting pain from the bullet wound was reverberating in my head. I got a headache too. The door soon opened and the villain surfaced again with his guard. He was holding a rope.

Happiness is so close, so close, it seems like just one more step to touch it, but all has gone up in smoke just because of this man. She vowed to hate this man for the rest of her life, to find a way to destroy him the way he did to her, but first she had to see his face clearly. With that, there was still a little strength left Vera to get rid of the other belt, quickly pull his neck close to her, remembering the face that had destroyed her life. Wherever she is, she will definitely return to this place for revenge.

"I can't believe garbage like you isn't in prison." I kicked him in the shin this time. I'm really going all out. All my self defense training for that action movie was not in vain. After all, I was in the body of a villainess, so it was unlikely to have the benefit of the coincidence of someone coming to its lovely rescue. "You creepy bastard! Disgusting piece of shit!" That pervert was literally on the ground right now, screaming in pain and disbelief as I continued to beat him up and cursed him.