Reincarnated As Villain Novels & Stories

"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.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

You've called me that name before, so it couldn't have been a coincidence. "Jaden. What Ro... Elle is trying to say is that you reincarnated—not once, not twice. I've actually even lost count of how many times you've asked. When you both first fell in love, your name was Eugene, and that's why she always refers to you as that. You don't remember her, but she remembers you each time you reincarnate. Here's where the problem is. You're being chased by the witch of the central coven, Queen Griselda, through the sons of Zed. "They were the ones that attacked you at the club the other day."

If truly Selene was the villain, then I had to find a way to change her/my fate. Then I remembered a book I read in my past life. It was the only reincarnation book I ever read but it was not to my taste so I never finished it. It was a book was about a woman who died and woke up in her favorite novel but she was the villain of the story. She knew the plot well so she used her knowledge of future events to change her fate. Maybe I had to follow her path but first, I had to figure out what book this might be.

I needed to fight, but with each passing minute, any energy I may have had left drained until even keeping my eyes open was impossible, and as they began to close images of my parents and my brother dancing in front of them, they weren’t comforting; instead, they were accusatory. ‘You killed us.’ ‘This is your fault.’ ‘If we never found you.' Again and again, their accusations echo around me until they’re deafening, and I just want to escape them, but I can’t. “No,” I whimper, wanting to cover my ears only to find that my body won’t cooperate. “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.” No matter how I tried to deny it, in the end, I knew that they were right. Because I was born. Because I was apparently

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

“So, you… was it a wedlock?” Austin shook his head. “No.” He unlatched her hands and laid next to her. “I was born years later. And I was more of a have to.” Agatha turned to her side and looked at him. “What do you mean?” “You see, each time they die and reincarnated he kept going after what doesn’t belong to him. Fighting against what shouldn’t be. Fighting against the better gods.” “Like the Moon Goddess.” He nodded his head, saying yes. “And he slowly became more and more darker.”

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh