Novel & Cerita Rewriting My Villainess Destiny

she half yelled and walked closer "Did I do anything wrong not to deserve happiness?" she went on with her questions. "Now, you watch and see as I make you the villain of your story. The one who is being hated by all. You will take back the curse you have placed on everyone." she whispered to Rielle and slowly moved back. "Watch and see the new turn of destiny." "Wait......wait....." Rielle yelled out, jerking out of the dimension she was in. Her hand was stretched out like she was trying to reach out to someone. She stayed still that way and a drop of tear flow down her cheek.

Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. So, a woman like Kajarin, who had only just crawled out of the woodwork, thought she could swoop in and steal her man? Bellie's face twisted in bitter resentment. But fine. It wasn't too late. She hadn't given up yet, and she would do whatever it took to claim Thamnithi for herself. Footnote:

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

The masked bastard who took me thought I was weak. Men always underestimate women, but five years in a cell hasn't dulled any of my instincts. So what if it took me five years to kill him with the poisoned dagger I meant for Destiny? I'm out now, and that's what matters. Finding my way back to the Silvercrest pack is hard, but not impossible. As soon as I return, I learn a few things very quickly. Destiny was accused of killing me. The thought almost makes me laugh, but it still satisfies me. Good. Let the pathetic bitch be glared at and called a monster.

Her knees nearly gave out. “Does that mean… I am Rose?” She rushed closer to the mirror. Slowly, she raised one hand. The reflection mirrored her perfectly. Then the other hand. Still the same. There was no doubt left. “No… no… this can’t be happening!” Her scream shattered the silence of the room. “Why me?” “What did I ever do to deserve this?” “If I had to be sent somewhere, why here?” “And why as the villain?” Her strength gave way. She collapsed onto the bed, burying her face into the pillow as sobs tore through her body. She cried until her chest ached, until exhaustion finally pulled her under.

“Or that child inside you.” He looked down at me without a shred of pity. I smiled, it was a hollow, defeated smile. “Okay,” I whispered. “Just… keep my brother safe. No matter what.” My hands trembled violently as I reached for the tray. I looked upward, my lips quivering as tears streamed down my face. “Moon Goddess,” I whispered brokenly. “If you can hear me… please. Give me one chance. Let me come back.” I drank it, and the poison burned instantly, tearing through my throat and chest like fire.

So cute that, and he was the carbon copy of his father. "Are you going somewhere ma'am," Alice asked after I finished dressed up and headed downstairs. "Yes, I intend to fix something before coming back," I replied, and she gave me a small nod. She didn't have to know the details. If this was my second chance at life, I wanted to rewrite all my wrongs. Start anew with the villain being me. I was tired of playing the role of a helpless, naive and weak protagonist. If being the villain made me stronger, then I was going to be the villain.

My hands shake. Not from fear. From wrath. “You think I’ll let you take her,” I say softly, stepping forward. “You think I’ll ever let you decide which of us matters?” The goddess’s form flickers. “You cannot stop destiny.” “I don’t need to stop destiny,” I snarl. “I just need to rewrite it.” Lightning erupts across the realm not from the sky. From me. Pure, uncut stormlight blasts outward, slamming into the goddess’s fractured body and forcing her back several steps.