The One Within The Villainess Novels & Stories

Iliana sighed as she sat on the chair near the window sill , except for Chelsea's looks she didn't get anything not even her memory ; she didn't even knew in which arc she was, was she at the arc where the Fl was found or where she was humiliated by the ML? Iliana couldn't help but sigh in frustration why was she the chosen one? Was it because she pitied the villainess? Yes she did pitied Chelsea .But was that enough for her to be transmigrated here? All Right many might laugh at her for pitying the Villainess but Chelsea was infact quite pitiful. From the beginning till the end she could only act as a substitue . Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen;

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.

She looked at Maridelle. Maridelle reciprocated her smile, but smiling even better than her. “Game. Let’s do it.” They are full of excited anticipation. Hodor is sitting on his throne; Vamoire is on his right and the inseparable Jek and Viller found a corner to embrace. Whilst Maridelle sat on the foot of his throne, she filled herself with thougths of what she could possibly do the beings she is going to feed with her blood. All of her imagination is pure evil, leaving no space for kindness. She desired for something unbeatable and could cause real terror as she plays with a newly whetted dagger on her hand.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

the villain is in love "You've got sessions with Miss Athena. Now move," the guard barked at Nyx, prompting him to stand up and extend his hands for the restraints. Nyx let out a resigned sigh, his mind clouded with a jumble of emotions and thoughts. With a nod, he complied and began walking towards the guard, his wrists bound by cold metal chains. As he passed the dimly lit hallway, the sound of his shackles reverberated, accompanying him on his journey. He couldn't help but notice the other prisoners in their cells, their presence like ghosts lingering in the shadows. Some jeered and threw mocking comments his way.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

She is finally dead. “We’ve gotten rid of the bitch,” Dmitri and the others celebrated, and I just stood there. I guess we all misunderstood her. I’m happy we gave her the death she wanted. Moon Goddess, however, is the villain; she is the one ruining the wolves and causing unnecessary wars that are claiming innocents. “You don’t seem happy,” Damien said, standing beside me. I turned to him, looking at the blood on his cheeks, and I smiled. “We will talk about that later,” I said, and he nodded his head.

“Your idiot.” The seal glowed, then sank into their skin. Two marks on two hearts. Irrevocable. Undeniable. They stayed like that, bodies tangled, magic humming around them, lips brushing with each broken breath. Finally whole. And yet, Victor’s eyes darkened. A flicker of shadow still coiled behind them. The villain wasn’t gone. Just… silent. Aaron noticed it. Felt it. But didn’t flinch. “I don’t want the villain gone,” Aaron murmured. “He’s you too. The part that would kill the world for me.”