Reborn As The Villainess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In my past life, Mom and Dad force me to jump into a freezing lake to fish out the necklace Ramona Stone, their adopted daughter, dropped. I end up running a 104-degree Fahrenheit fever, lying in bed barely conscious, while my whole family flies off to Solara for a vacation just to cheer Ramona up. I call Mom, trembling and barely holding on, only to be met with impatience. "Ramona is finally in a better mood, Harper. Do you really have to be so inconsiderate? You should just take some medicine yourself." I have no choice but to drag my weak body downstairs to look for medicine. I accidentally fall down the stairs and lose my life. I open my eyes and find myself back on the first day of

I do want to try. I don't remember my name from my past life. In this life, I was reincarnated as the villainess of a game I loved more than anything. She never had any happy endings in the game. Always being abandoned by her family in the end. Her name, no, my name is Aurelia Giliam. I will try to live a life where I am able to find my own happy ending.

"Sebastian? My son? Oh, I haven't met him since he was born, only watched front afar. Xanthe's spells have always been rather strong. I could only watch from afar." "What? So that wasn't Sebastian? It wasn't real?" "My illusions become more and more real everyday. Your reality is whatever I say it is and it was too easy to manipulate your minds at the same time " "How did you get your powers back?" Karah asked, her claws out and poised for an attack. "I'm not the same person I was. My powers are greater than you can ever imagine so do not even try to resist or fight with me. It's a losing game already.

"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.

And it was a birthday gift he gave to himself - freedom. But now, the television, the internet, and even his phone were showing that it was a week after he married Niel. Was this a nightmare or was he experiencing a rebirth?! Doesn't rebirth start from infancy? Checking the wrist he once cut, Davi’s sweat started to form as there were no traces of a wound in that place. Still confused about what was happening, Davi closed his eyes again after covering himself fully with a blanket. Maybe it was just flashes of his life before he totally leaves the world or maybe it was a punishment of regret for taking his life so lightly.

She was dead because of me, I had wanted to save her but instead, I had shown I cared much about her and made her prey to Valinne’s cruelty. A lesson for me. I wished I was dead. I wished Damon had left me to be lynched by the crowd. I wished I had never been reborn. Everything else was better than this. This? Being alive? It was the worst punishment ever. But maybe that was exactly why I had been reborn. The goddess certainly had a lesson to teach me and I was suffering in ways I had never imagined. My powers had been the only thing I could rely on and I had heavily done so, acting as though I was untouchable because of it but now that it was useless to me, now that it was more of a curse t

Charlotte said. “Yes, you’ve said that before and I still can’t make sense of how Torin is a twin. It makes no sense to me.” “Well, you have to believe all I say. Torin…is Zalkhar’s reborn. And you Freya, you are Seraneth’s reborn.” If Freya thought Charlotte wasn’t making sense before, she thought she was spitting nonsense now. She barked out a curt laughter. “That…doesn’t even make sense.” Freya said.

"Oh, my dear Kaelen. Do you really think something as trivial as death could stop me? Do you think hell would dare to keep someone like me?" I reached the top of the stage now, standing face to face with the man who had destroyed my life. "I did not die," I said, my voice dropping an octave, cold and deadly. "I was reborn. I went away to become something you could never even dream of achieving. I went away to become your worst nightmare." Valeria shrieked, trying to regain her composure but failing miserably. "Guards! Guards! Seize her! Kill her! She is a witch! She is a monster!"

A flicker of warmth before the cold reclaimed her. She hated that thought. But she couldn’t shake it. So she threw herself into the work instead. Into calling old contacts, drafting proposals, reinventing herself again as Emma Vale, private consultant extraordinaire. If she stayed busy enough, maybe the ache would be dull. Maybe.

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!