Novel & Cerita The Beloved Bashful Villainess

My heart slows its beating down as she takes a step towards me. “So I’ve heard. But I don’t care. I wanted to come check out Bash Wolfgang’s territory.” She comes closer and if she was beautiful in the shadows, she’s even more stunning out in the open, where the moonlight touches her face. “Are you one of Bash’s women?” A sudden irritation comes over me, realizing that she could be one of my friend’s conquests. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Tall, hot, handsome. He’s all muscles and built like a Viking warrior. He’s very charming, too.” She bites her lower lip and smiles as she shamelessly fawn over Bash.

She dared me to stay quiet and I nearly peed in my seat. “T-he… Belladonna. She said I was in contact with the bad guys. And that I should help them sieve them out.” I said in a small whisper. “Ahhh. Belladonna. She’s one of the best. Although she can come off a little broody and very much self-conceited, that's what makes her perfect.” She said almost dreamily and got up, then gracefully stepped out of her seat. She walked to the bookshelf, the sound of her heels against the wood creating an enchanting sound.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

“So you came all this way to beg a villain?” “No,” I whispered. “I came here because I’ve seen what happens when the villain wins.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “You always did have a flair for drama. But let me tell you something, sweetheart—your conscience is what’s making me look like the bad guy. Not me.” She gestured for me to sit, and when I didn’t move, she sighed and took a chair herself. “You think you’ve suffered?” she said slowly. “You think you know pain just because you’re fated to a man you shouldn’t be? You don’t know a damn thing, Vanessa.”

Vanessa had become a master puppeteer, pulling strings with a trembling voice and fake innocence, her tears rehearsed, her pain perfectly timed. Around Elijah, she was a fragile dove, soft-spoken, terrified, dependent. But when he his away she becomes something else entirely towards me. Her words were venomous, her actions calculated. She was cold, cruel and worst of all, clever. She played on Elijah’s guilt and exploited his chivalry like it was hers to command. And back at me? I was the villain in her story. Always.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

I sighed as I agreed with her. Alfie propped his elbows on the table and rested his face on his palms. “So, in your story, who is she?” I sniffled. “I don’t know. She doesn’t fit the antagonist type. She is beautiful, sweet, and smart,” I sighed. “Antagonists have horns, tails, and fangs, right?” I said, sighing again as I realized she didn’t fit those characteristics. How can she be the villain in the movie when she looked like an angel and when she welcomed me like a new friend?

Bash commented as he fell into step beside her. Amira smirked. “They’re old wolves. What’s so frightening about them?” “True, true. Don’t let them get to you,” Bash replied, believing she might be putting on a façade. Amira stopped before the library and arched her eyebrow at the man. “Since when did I let others get to me? Have you already forgotten who I am?” She replied sweetly. Bash’s eyes dropped to the mate mark. “Of course not. You will be our fearsome Queen.”

Colder. “Because everyone in this family plays games, Aiden. Oliver plays the perfect prince. Cheryl plays the dutiful bride. But I don’t pretend. I’m the villain, remember? I’ve always been the bitch with the sharp tongue and the sharper heels. At least when I hurt people, I’m honest about it. And right now, I think you and I could really benefit from each other” I blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden crack in her voice. She stood, brushing invisible lint from her dress. “But even villains have motives. And maybe I’m just tired of always losing to my golden twin.”