Rewriting The Villainess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

Things are going to be different this time, or my name isn't Natasha Mary-Anne Ludwick Nicholai! You made me a villainess by controlling my mind, Dalilah. Now I'll be the villainess of your story! I'll destroy you and that Goddess-damn 3rd Imperial Prince. I'll use my second chance the best I can. You said that we would see each other again in hell, so don't worry, sis, I'll make your wish come true, making your life a living hell. You will pay for what you did, dear sister. This time, things are going to change. I'm going to live for myself and Valerian, and I'll make people see your true colors.

ARDEN That was the key. The Windsor project, I changed one scene. I won one presentation, made one good impression with the coffee. But I didn't rewrite the entire script. I didn't dismantle Rita's scheming network or think how far she would go to get what she wanted using anyone. I basically didn't sustain the villain energy needed to keep Rita crushed under my heel. So the script found its way back to the original ending with Rita getting the account because I didn't fight for it like a real villain would…

Her hand trembled as she reached for the edge of the desk, gripping it hard enough to make her knuckles whiten. Lucien Draven wasn’t a man who died easily. She knew that better than anyone. --- Outside, thunder rolled over the horizon, a low, crawling sound that made her skin prickle. She walked to the mirror on the wall, fixing her hair, brushing away the flecks of dust the explosion had shaken loose from the ceiling. “You always underestimated me,” she whispered to her reflection. “All of you did.” The image looking back at her didn’t look like a villain. It looked like a woman who had lost too much and refused to lose again.

I guess I really did turn as a villainess, just what I had planned from the very beginning. Gone is the good princess. -- Third Point of View The woman wearing a tightly fitted red dress dug her long fingernails to her palm, that it even led to a bleeding. Her teeth gritted and anger can be seen on her face, she was an ugly sight to see not because of her appearance, but because of the rage showing on her forefront.

Back in the modern world, sitting in my warm apartment with a mug of coffee, I had wept for Pierre. I had stayed up until three in the morning reading chapters of this stupid w******l, feeling my heart ache for the tragic second male lead who lost everything to the Alpha King. I had transmigrated into this doomed villainess body with a head full of romantic delusions, believing that if I just gave him enough love, enough strategy, and enough of my own blood, sweat, and tears, I could rewrite his ending. And for what? For a man who faints at the first sight of his white-lotus first love, and a heroine who weaponizes her own tears like a loaded shotgun.

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

Liam muttered like a tiny NASA technician, fiddling with his high-tech device. “It’s not Operation Vindication,” I corrected gently, trying not to laugh as I applied mascara to my left eye. “It’s just a simple fact-finding mission.” “It’s revenge,” Wilhelmina said, unapologetically chewing on a stick of licorice like it was a cigar. “Like Batman. But with makeup.” I stared at my reflection. Sylvia Reynolds was gone tonight. The face I painted into the mirror was someone older, bolder—sharp cheekbones, new wig, slightly crooked red lips. I’d contoured the heart right out of my face.

“Better than I imagined.” Kane's grin widened. “What is?” I tilted my head, savoring the thought. "My plan to destroy Maryelle and Phantom’s relationship. And once I'm done, I’ll do what I always do—save Phantom. He’ll turn to me, and like a moth to a flame, he’ll choose me. This time I’m not settling for the girlfriend position. I’m going to be his queen. I’ll make sure girls like Maryelle and floozies like Lola never have access to him again. Our people deserve better. Positive change won’t happen unless someone decides to do what needs to be done. I’m happy to be the temporary villain if it means saving Phantom and this kingdom.”