The Villainess Flips The Script Novels & Stories

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

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.

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?

The comments erupted again. [That’s the villainess. What is she doing here?] [We’re doomed. She’s definitely going to help her get the abortion. After all, the female lead only gets into the Cooper family because of those kids.] [The plot’s completely falling apart. There’s no saving this story now.] I stared blankly at the woman they called the villainess. Was she really that cruel? In the original story, she was the male lead’s childhood friend, the girl who had grown up beside him, and the one bound to him by an arranged engagement.

I said before opening my fist as a small flame appeared in the middle of my hand, making me look at the blue flame proudly. Smiling at the small flame, I twirled my fingers before looking at Marissa, who looked back at me with wide eyes, and I couldn't help but smirk. “What did you say? You will end my life and throw me down a cliff? I don’t know why people misjudge me for those weak heroines in the movies who always get bullied and rely on the hero. I am a villainess, sweetheart. I don’t need anyone to protect me. In fact, people need to be protected from me,” I said before sighing.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

“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.”

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.