Rewriting The Villainess Novels & Stories

I wished it were as simple as she made it sound. If I refused, he would crush my career without batting an eye. If I accepted, I was walking straight into a trap. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I had worked so hard to build my reputation, avoiding anything that could tarnish my life's work. Maybe I should just run away and start a new life?

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

Her voice came out low, unrecognizable, a promise whispered into the cold. Her lips curled, broken and bloodstained. “They want a villain?” she whispered, staring at the mangled stump that used to be her hand. “Fine. They’ll get a one-handed one.”

She would then laugh and say, "princess, do you accept defeat now?" The princess all in the name of a game didn't wanted to accept defeat. "I will never accept defeat, only when I am dead" Since then Reine plotted to get rid of the princess, that was how the powerful friendship they shared turned into some kind of game. End of flashback. Reine threw the frame away in anger, causing the screen to break, she gazed at the other frame, it was her and her mother.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

I hеаr thе dооrbеll chimе аs I set my bаg down on thе counter аnd glаnce аt thе persоn whо wаlked in. Dominic. I squint my eyes аs I look аt him suspiciоusly. Hе twirls thе vаn keys on his indeх fingеr аs hе strоlls tоwаrd mе with а grin. Thе numbеr....... I’ll kill him. I squint my eyes аs I look аt him suspiciоusly. Hе twirls thе vаn keys on his indeх fingеr аs hе strоlls tоwаrd mе with а grin.

“If I’m stuck in this world, I’m not living it like some spineless doormat.” The mice blinked at her, bewildered. Sandy—no, Erella—smirked, determination glinting in her eyes. “This story’s going to change. If fate thinks I’ll play the sweet little servant who waits around for magic, it’s got another thing coming.” She looked up, voice firm and resolute. “DARN IT!!! I’d rather be the villainess than this doormat of a heroine!” she cried out in frustration.

I hate weak girls who keeps on romanticizing every guy’s hypocrisy! “Don’t talk to me like that. Fix yourself Jai, you look horrible” I told her in a straight and cold voice. I pity her and at the same time if affects me seeing her in that condition. I don’t want to be so soft to her because I want her to be a strong woman and not just anyone that a guy can peek on to. Among us, Jaira is the most demure and vulnerable while Ara and Hailee are both tough and feeble.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.