The Villainess Flips The Script Novels & Stories

“Oh. He’s a troll. Interesting.” “Biadet, this isn’t going to work if you’re going to provide a running commentary. The villain isn’t supposed to be in the room with us.” “What makes you think I’m the villain? You’re the one working for trolls.” “I’m not working for trolls, they’re working for me. Or her.” I pointed at Flossie. “And she’s working for me, so same thing. Now be quiet.” “What about her?” Biadet pointed at Jenny. “Is she a troll, too?”

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

Arielle was stunned at first, then nodded. The female No. 3 in "The Flavour is Yours" is the biggest villain in the play, but she hid very well in the early stage and was the chastest and kindest one, but when it was revealed later, she was extraordinarily perverted, so, A character with great contrast between front and back is difficult for common people to control.

she was different, far more different than her past self. Arsha was shocked, speechless, and had no words to describe the current situation. " This bitch! How dare she act so brazen in front of me, the soon-to-be queen. Just wait, once I climb the ladder, you will be the first one to suffer my wrath ", Arsha thought in her mind as that Vile smile appeared on her face. Amelia and Faiz felt goosebumps seeing that smile on her face. A moment later her facial expressions changed once again, from villainous smile to fairy goddess, the changes were one eighty degrees.

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.