Reborn As A Villainess Novels & Stories

To me, holding her unconscious bloodied body was probably the longest ride I’ve ever had in my entire life, “You must live, Selene. Live and get your revenge. Surely, you already bargained with the devil to extend your life. Now let’s see if God will grant you the second life you truly seek. Show me you want to live, Selene Burton.”

“I will find you.” I looked up at the moon, its light cutting through the clouds like a blade. “You hear me, Damon?” I whispered into the night. “You can take his body, hide him in shadows, drown the bond in your filth, but you can’t keep him from me. Not again.” Because if there was one thing Damon had forgotten, it was that I wasn’t the same woman he killed in the last life. I was reborn. And this time, I wasn’t his victim. I was his reckoning.

"Some of us remember another world. Another existence. We were brought here, reborn into this story with knowledge of how it was supposed to unfold. But we chose to change it. To write something better than tragedy." The crowd's confusion deepened, but Selene stepped forward to support them. "I'm one of those people," she admitted. "Reborn with knowledge of the future. Originally sent to betray Lord Cassian, to ensure his tragic ending. But I chose differently. We all did." She gestured to Aria and a few others scattered through the crowd—other reincarnators who'd sided with them. "You're saying this is all... what, a story?" King Aldric looked shaken. "That we're characters?"

Since she failed to provide the heir to the pack, the elders had her break the bond with Gabriel, which resulted in her begging for scraps. She could not accept our fates to be so different despite being sisters. While she was humiliated and starving, I was someone being looked up to. In rage, she poisoned me with wolf’s bane, and when I realized, I was already reborn to the same crucial day of our lives. Now that she had chosen Matthew instead of Gabriel, she was reborn as well. This was why she was so desperate to marry Matthew today, and not Gabriel. I didn't say a word. Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mo

That meant I only had three years left before the tragedy. Am I going to die?! Again? I suppressed a scream. Why couldn't I just be reborn as a baby? How does this reincarnation even work anyway? Why did I become a character in a novel? And a villainess?! I know I wasn't a saint in my past life, but a villainess, really! Do I seem that evil? I scowled at myself. Was that her role now? To die again? I had just died this morning in an accident for God's sake. And now I'm destined to die again. Dead!

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

“It’s because you’ve never suffered such a major setback in front of a woman before. You might have a little admiration and hatred toward me. You might be eager to conquer me now. Compared to just getting revenge on a woman, conquering her and then destroying her cruelly gives you more satisfaction and fulfills the twisted feelings in your heart. Charity stared at him calmly. “You even treat me as your private property.” Chester was taken aback. His gaze gradually darkened. “Your analysis is pretty interesting.” “Chester, you have to accept a fact. I’m not the Eliza you could simply control in the past or any other woman. I’m Reborn. From the day I truly started competing against you, I knew

And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving. But this time... Evelina would be the one moving them. She had died once. She would not die twice. The villainess had returned. And she was ready to rewrite her ending.

“The doctor did a great job, didn’t he?” Valerie looked at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, her fingers gently tracing over her new features. She did not recognize the stranger who stared back. Her old face, her old life, was all gone now, replaced by someone new and better. Valerie had been reborn. Not just by looks that were strikingly beautiful, but even her soul had shifted. It hungered only for vengeance and she would be sure to get it. “I can hardly believe that the person in my reflection is me,” she muttered, turning to face Juan.

Never before had she commemorated a birthday; in the Abyss, devoid of identity, documents, or known birth dates, such celebrations were non-existent. She had envisioned her resurrected existence as a path of vengeance, a journey to exact retribution upon those who had wronged her. Yet, in the midst of her quest for vengeance, she had inadvertently accumulated treasures she had never dared to hope for - friendships, moments of tenderness, and warmth. Once, she was fearless, solitary, prepared to meet her end alongside Isabella as a necessary sacrifice. Now, her aspirations had transformed. She longed to see her revenge to fruition and then to continue living, thriving, existing anew.