Reborn As The Villainess Novels & Stories

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

“That was the only way I could protect my baby. To live a lie to keep her safe.” I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming once on the table, the gun still resting between us like a silent witness. Her story was wild, but in her eyes, they didn’t belong to a liar. So I returned with Liora in my arms, not as her mother. I buried Helena, took on a new face, name, and stepped back into her life as nothing more than her nanny, Helen.

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

Valeria had done what none before her dared. She had survived the Trial of the Forgotten Gods. Her soul was no longer entirely her own — fragmented, infused with ancient sentience. Her blood pulsed with venom and visions. Her voice no longer sounded wholly human. And she was rising. “Speak your name,” the High Priest intoned. “I am rebirth,” she said, eyes burning silver. “I am the void. I am Valeria no longer.” The cult roared. Blood was spilled. Candles ignited with no flame.

She began rewriting the programme for the upgraded Nex software from scratch, changing and removing some codes to make the program even more advanced than the one in her previous life. It was a race against time. Now that Hamilton has decided to work with the software, if she doesn't hurry it up, her plans to delay their growth will be foiled. {It's time you invest and have your own tech company, don't you think?} The system voiced as Lily stopped writing the programme the following morning. "I'm going to buy it," she replied with a cold expression. As she rewrote the programme, the memories from her previous life kept coming back; they were adding to her rage and determination to get her re

The reason for it was simple—she had been reborn. In her past life, she had lost her pup, her health was destroyed by Nathan and Victoria, and she had burned out at a young age. After her daughter’s death, she had no desire to live, dragging her broken, scentless body toward a dignified death. She died at her most painful, only to be reborn at the time when Nathan had hurt her the most. He had tricked her into donating her kidney, pretended to love her, and even forced her to have an abortion when she was pregnant… Every violation was a scar on her wolf’s soul. He had treated his mate like cattle, and she had been too naive to see his hypocrisy. Now, reborn, she wanted nothing more than to r

Then she smiled down at his dying face and walked away. But fate had other plans. That same night, she was betrayed. Murdered by the ones she trusted most. Sacrificed beneath the same moon that watched her kill him. But she was reborn to one year in the past. He was reborn. But this time he wasn't the deadly king who chose mercy and silence. This time he walked the path of the gods. He became their maker, their weapon, their wrath. And only one thing lived in his mind now. Hatred. Obsession. And revenge.

My body seemed to go into shock as I became paralyzed, hanging low from the noose. Tears poured down my cheeks and I gasped for breath as the lack of oxygen was making my lungs burn. My vision was getting blurrier as I began to lose touch with reality. It was slow and agonizing. The faint sound of clapping and cheering was all I could hear as my life slowly slipped away from me. "Goddess Selene please hear my prayer. Give me a second chance at life to make my enemies pay, to get that which is rightfully mine but this time, please make me the Villainess......." I prayed internally as everything suddenly faded to black.

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.

Suddenly, from the remnants of the smoke, a low, haunting laugh echoed through the warehouse. "Did you truly believe it would be that easy to vanquish me?" a voice whispered, dripping with malice. Felicity had not been destroyed but had managed to reincarnate herself, her essence now intertwined with the very darkness that had granted her power. The friends exchanged worried glances, realizing that their battle had only been the beginning. Felicity emerged from the shadows, her form distorted and twisted by the dark forces she had embraced. Her eyes burned with a newfound hunger for revenge, and her power radiated like a malevolent aura.