Rebirth Of The Villainess Novels & Stories

Her heart still thundered in her chest from the outburst of memories Nyx made her go through. She was no longer Carmen Wade, a woman of no consequence in her modern world. She was now, mysteriously, Daphne Vasquez. The tragic princess doomed to a life of obsession, misery, betrayal, and death by the sword at the hands of the man she fell in love with. The weight of that knowledge pressed down on her like an iron shroud. Everything was just so similar to her old life. Was that why Nyx picked this particular story? Was Nyx really on her side or did she just enjoy watching her suffer?

Of course she just lived a free life yet it wasn't close to what she expected. Her eyes turned dark as she gazed at nothing, all those memories she tried to keep kept flooding back, in the past she would have cried and wailed but now only revenge was clearly seen in her dark eyes, though she had nothing to loose yet she could put her self in a lot of danger. Her dark eyes glistened, she trusted her family yet they let her down, she fell blindly for who she was not supposed to fall with. She smirked, revenge would be so sweet but first, her plans has to go on flawlessly, her family would taste what she tasted.

The worry she had been trying to hide finally surfaced. "You had a vision." It wasn't a question, and the Seer nodded. She drew in a breath and faced him. She rolled the knot on her side around her hand. "I told you she was awakened, but I was wrong. She was reborn, Your Majesty." "What do you mean reborn?" Kallias was left confused. "What I mean is that the sorceress was reincarnated. She didn't just wake; she was born again, and this time stronger than before."

Her knee-length black hair dropped over her right chest like a drape, the morning breeze lightly plucking at the silky strands as her violet eyes reflected back at her. “I…I’m reborn…?” It was surreal. Yusria didn’t believe in the existence of gods. On the contrary, ever since her pack was attacked by rogues and her parents ruthlessly slaughtered, she had lost faith in the existence of higher beings that defended the weak and provided justice to the wronged.

It was the one she had stolen from Alan's computer last night while he was in the shower. In her previous life, all her misfortunes and hells started from this night ten years ago. Fate, indeed, was like a reincarnation. She was reborn. Back ten years ago. Heaven had actually given her a second chance to choose a chance. "Alan..." Diana stumbled up and chased him out. He had just left, it was still not too late. Never let Alan give up the project in the eastern suburbs, never! Underground parking lot.

A sharp sting disrupted Suzanne's thoughts as the nurse injected her with something, confirming her physical existence and dispelling any notion of being a machine. SYSTEM: You died as Suzanne Bevan, a pitiful maid, used and bartered. Now, you are recruited into the ThreeBirth System and reborn as Nalita Rossi, a wife and an accomplice to Vincenzo Rozzi who is a mafia rival to Vito DiMarco, the man whose sons killed you. Suzanne understood the tangled piece. Vito DiMarco played a part in her death and now, Vito DiMarco was a rival to Vincenzo Rozzi, Nalita's husband. She processed the words.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

It turned out that she was also reborn. She threw herself into Dario's arms and called his name in a sweet voice. Holding her adoptive parents' hands, she cast a smug glance at me. "Livia, you can take the role of the mafia Principessa. I'm not cut out for that life." I looked at Dario, my husband in my last life, expecting him to say something, but instead, he shielded Regina like a prized possession. His cold gaze turned to me. "Stay away from my sister."

She had been listening, had understood the situation's urgency, and had prepared accordingly. Kael looked at the three people who were now tied to him through various forms of contract and pragmatic alliance. A Void-tier entity sealed in a merchant's disguise. A veteran knight recovering from wounds that should have killed him. A fourteen-year-old who had nowhere else to go. And himself. A foreign soul in a villain's body, with a Class that had existed three times in history and failed three times, heading toward a collapsed region to attempt building something from ruins while Imperial pursuit forces potentially closed the distance behind them.