The Justice Of A Villainous Woman Mga Nobela at Kwento

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

He slapped the words right back at me. “You’re a criminal, and deserve to rot in jail for the rest of your miserable life.” I spat. “So bad darling this villain can’t be controlled by those stupid justice systems. I can break, and escape the law. Your husband can’t keep me locked up for long. I pull strings anywhere on earth or mars. An old friend would love to say hi come in.” A lady wearing a large hat with her back turned in my direction straining my neck couldn’t go beyond her neck line. She turned around in my direction and my lips fell open as shock sizzled through my veins.

"You are not a villain. I want to be clear about that because I think you may have come here half expecting me to say otherwise. You are a frightened woman who found a mechanism that worked and used it long past the point where it was defensible. That is a very human thing to do. It does not make you evil. It makes you someone who needs to stop." "I don't know what you..."

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.

His gaze darkened. “They betrayed my trust inside my own house. They tried to stab her in the gardens that should have been protected by our own laws. And the Romanovs killed an innocent human. She did not demand blood. Nor punishment. She used her magic to defend herself. To deliver justice, not vengeance. The blood answered, yes. Because it was called by instinct. And that… is more Lycan than many here have shown themselves to be.” The Central Oracle lowered his head, thoughtful. The female Oracle spoke:

The woman eyes widened, “Aren't you scared of the law?” “Of course not, I didn't kill him so why should I be worried? The justice bureau never does anything against men because they are stronger and we are weaker so they take advantage of us and treat us lesser. Any woman that speaks will have her dignity stripped off of her in public while the men celebrate this treatment and think of it as entertainment. I couldn't do anything so I prayed to Xenia and she killed him. I don't care what methods or coincidences to make that happen, I'm free now and that's what truly matters to me.” The older woman gasped, “H-how did you pray to her?”

After a pause, she continued, “Even if you’ve slept with her, that was her luck. She should be grateful. It’s simply ridiculous that she pesters you incessantly.” This was a typical example of relations above justice. Neela possessed a character that would help Alex until the end even if he killed the innocents indiscriminately. ‘Black and white. Good and evil. Does that matter? ‘Sorry, it’s all just bullsh*t to me!’

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

"Nothing is impossible for a woman who killed her doting husband! That whóre.... Why do such women never get caught?" "But I won't let you win, bítch. Not this time. You can't stop Hunter and Claire from reconciling." "Every villain must pay for their sins, and you won't be an exception. Your time has run out." Penny outrageously huffed. "Just wait and watch, bitch! Justice is coming to catch up with you." Penny filtered her thoughts and took a deep breath. She read the new messages from Cole and chose her words wisely. Penelope: Oh god! I can't believe that either.

A list of names. Doctors. Judges. Politicians. All connected to Victor. It wasn’t just Jason and Daniel. It was a network. A cancer that had buried its roots deep into society’s core. Kate had uncovered it. And now it was mine to finish. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. This was about justice. Not just for me—but for every woman used, lied to, manipulated, discarded. For every voice silenced in a boardroom or bedroom. And I knew what I had to do.