The Villainess Flips The Script Novels & Stories

Alpha Evan asked, his furious gaze fixed on Alpha Adrian. Alpha Adrian glared at me, making me avert my gaze. I was too stunned to even try to defend myself. Besides, in my shocked state, I realised that no matter what I said, Alpha Adrian would obviously listen to Alpha Evan over me for he was an Alpha and I was Melody, the girl he hated more than anything in this world. I also belatedly realised that even if I tried to tell Alpha Adrian what I'd seen Alpha Evan do, he would never believe me. Heck, he'd probably sock me in the gut before I'd even finished my explanation.

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

I was done asking permission from men who thought they owned me. The elevator doors closed, and I pressed the button for the lobby, my reflection staring back at me from the polished steel walls. Red lips, sharp eyes, a jaw set with the determination of a woman who had finally stopped running. Sarah wanted to play the grieving mother on television. Maxton wanted to play the broken victim in his hospital bed. The whole world wanted to cast me as the villain who destroyed them both. Fine. I would play the villain. But I would play her on my own terms.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own despair. As she sat there, her hands, once so sure and confident, now moved with a slow, defeated motion, releasing the trio from their icy prison. The children, finally free, shook off the remnants of ice, their limbs stiff from their prolonged confinement. Emmanuel's gaze, once filled with fear, now burned with a wave of righteous anger as he locked eyes with the woman. Theo and Lily, too, had etched her image into their memories, their childlike innocence hardening into a resolute conviction that this lady was indeed a villain.

The time had come for accountability. They found him, the man who once had power over her life, now exposed as the villain she truly was. Florida's voice rang out, cutting the tense silence. "Did you think you could discard me, use me as a pawn? You will not escape the consequences of your actions." The villain's face contorted with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Florida? Is that really you?" Florida's laughter was cold and unwavering. "You never saw me, did you? You never saw the strength I had inside me."

One should say that the scriptwriter of this play is really a genius since not only the scriptwriter changed the personalities of Cinderella, Snow White, and Ariel, but there is also a twist in the story! Personalities talking, Cinderella changed from being a mild-tempered girl to a vengeful one. Snow White changed from being a sweet girl to a decisive one. As for Ariel, she changed from being a dreamy mermaid to a rogue one, as being the one to come up with the three’s heist.