Reborn As A Villainess Novels & Stories

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.

"Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I came to on my bed and found out that I had been brought back to life? I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't give in to my feelings and let them control me. I would never fall in love with anyone, and it's almost certain that I would harden up and lose all of my feelings if I did it, but I just can't do it. After seeing my family and old friends again, I realized that it was impossible for me to become the heartless person I had wanted to be. "Don't get me wrong—I would absolutely make my adversaries pay, but if I ignored the life I'd always dreamed of having and focused all of my energy on exacting vengeance, I don't think it would

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

"I want you to impale me with your cock. Right here. Let’s remind each other why this merger is going to be so... satisfying. Show me you are still the beast I fell in love with when we were kids." I looked down at her, seeing the same vile, cruel girl who used to pull the wings off butterflies just to see them crawl. She was the daughter of a corrupt Prime Minister, the pawn of a murderous High Elder, and she wanted to consume me. My body didn't react to her naked body, my soul felt like ice. I thought of Rose’s. I thought of the way she cried behind her door. "You haven't changed a bit, Vanessa," I rasped, my voice thick with a mixture of disgust and adrenaline.

The reflection did the same thing, I dressed backward, gestured hello the reflection repeated the same thing I pinched myself again, The pain was real. The cold child in my arms was real. This wasn't a dream. Did I die and was reborn just like in movies?, but why ?, out of all the series, "Why was I Reborn as the villainess Luna in my favourite serieS? Why me whyyyyy" I touched my face trying to make all these make sense to me, but there was a problem in the show, Luna Mei ling never had a child. Or was it not aired?, I wondered just then. The door burst open. A woman in a maid's uniform rushed in. "Luna mei! You must rest!" She reached out to grab the boy from my arms. I felt a surge of pur

At that moment, her mind was no longer focused on revenge. Nor on Ethan…her father. All she could think about was finding a way out of this place and getting my mother somewhere safe… Far away from her dangerous father… And finally being free. Before now, revenge had been the only thing onher mind. But seeing her mother trapped here… Nothing felt safe anymore. Especially after learning her true identity… The Reborn Witch. That title alone awakened something deep inside her. She slowly walked toward the tallest of the three trackers. His face looked slightly more approachable.

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.

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

“You want to feel in control? Fine. But don’t lie to yourself. You promised to make them pay. And now what because we had sex, you feel guilty? Don’t become the villain in your own story just to keep wearing a fake crown of morals. It doesn’t suit you.” I glared at him trying hard not to burst because this bastard doesn't even know me. What I had been through and the kind of life I had lived up until this moment. He would never understand. This wasn’t just about revenge. This was about who I was before George, and who I became after him. I had let a man define me once. I wouldn't let some man to define me again. Not this time. I straightened up. “You are right,” I said softly.

I removed my coat, brushing dust from the Bathory ruins off my skin. Then I looked into the mirror. Andrei was right about one thing. Something had awakened. The woman in the mirror wasn’t a monster. She wasn’t a slave. She wasn’t a puppet. She wasn’t the frightened assassin Valentina shaped. She was something else entirely: A sovereign. A creature older than fear. A bloodline reborn. I wiped the last remnants of dirt from my cheek and whispered to my reflection: “I am not your weapon, Valentina.” My eyes glowed, brighter, sharper, colder.