Novel & Cerita The Perks Of Being A Villainess Reddit

"Don't you feel bad about throwing away the Luna position that was already in your grasp? Don't you feel like you're wasting your potential?" "Right! Did that human man at least treat you well out of the public eye?" the woman in the fiery red dress snapped, her eyebrows arching sharply. "In my experience, human men with wealth and power like him are usually incredible jerks in bed." "Hey, don't be a hypocrite. There are plenty of he-wolves in our world who are just as much of a jerk and a cheater," the woman in the emerald dress retorted, defending her own argument. "So, I don't think the 'jerk' parameter is a valid reference."

Besides— “He is a billionaire with everything he wants, perfect body, perfect face, no kids, a wife, and enough stamina for eight rounds in a night. “What exactly needs saving?” The comments exploded. [Holy hell. Villianess’s attack power is maxed out.] [She just says whatever she wants. I’m sweating.] [Eight rounds? Are we serious? Cast me in two episodes please.] [Ugh, this makes me dislike the heroine. Author, please rewrite the romance line.] [Right? She is supposed to be a pure sweet little girl, not a sour grape.] Quincy was stunned speechless. My words seemed to hit a nerve.

"Look at all these comments supporting you!" I scrolled through the responses, a mix of vindication and relief washing over me. People weren't just sympathizing—they were angry on my behalf. Screenshots of my text exchanges with Liam were being shared thousands of times. "I never thought this many people would care," I admitted, still somewhat in shock. "Of course they care! Everyone loves watching a villain get exposed," Lillian said, gleefully scrolling through the comments. "And Sophia is basically the textbook definition of toxic." My phone rang, displaying Sophia's number.

“And you know what villains do, Victor? They rewrite the script.” He tilted his head. “Rewriting the script is one thing. Controlling the narrative is another. The media’s already on her side. She’s painting herself as the fragile heroine.” I scoffed. “Fragile? That woman is anything but fragile. She’s calculated, deliberate. Every word she utters is a weapon aimed at me.” Victor shrugged. “And people love a heroine who bleeds. You’ve given her the stage.” I stepped closer, lowering my tone. “Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.”

Not knowing that all of it was an evil plot. 'Euw... it’s disgusting when I remember that I used to have a nerve battle with Lady Eden for the Crown Princess’s position. If I knew what a jerk Hayden was, it might be better if I gave in to her,' But the rice has become porridge. 'Well, if I can't die in this world, should I just become a villainess as they claimed me to be? After all, it's not that hard to become a villainess,”

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.

“I won’t be the villain alone.” “You’re making yourself the villain. Not Ariana. You.” “Then I’ll be the best villain they’ve ever seen.” She starts typing. “Camille’s next article drops Wednesday. ‘The Dark Side of Ariana Vale: Former Colleagues Speak Out.’ Complete with anonymous testimonials about her ambition. Her manipulation. Her calculated climb.” “Those testimonials are lies.” “They’re narratives. And narratives are more powerful than truth.” She hits send. “There. Done. Scheduled to publish in forty-eight hours.”

Was she suggesting that I should let my daughter turn into a monster who would bring misery to innocent lives? "I don't want my daughter to become an evil person," I said, my voice unintentionally raised due to my anxiety, spurred by Veem's statement. "Are you saying you see your daughter as a monster?" Veem narrowed her eyes, holding Yuna out of my reach, causing my heart to race. I swallowed hard and shook my head, still attempting to get closer, but her men blocked my path. "That's the very definition of a weresin. A child who would bring chaos, and chaos is a sign of wickedness," I argued, my frustration growing as I tried to assert myself. The way she spoke about my daughter and agreed

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.”

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste