The Villainess Guide To Not Falling In Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

It was smooth and I told myself that he was the right one. After few months, we’ve reached a year, which I also turned seventeen, he asked for it and I was like “No”. He threatened me that he will leave me and I, who was so in love with him, I was afraid that he will but I still didn’t. I would just get into a relationship and give them love they wanted but I would never surrender my femininity. He never asked for it anymore so I was so complacent that he respect my decision but… one night, we are on a date and he invited me into his condo unit as usual, he let me sip a drink with a pill on it. I don’t know what pill is that but I felt so dizzy that time and my body heats up like I was drunk

Too bad I didn’t get to see the look on her face when she found out who I was. ‘Please have mercy on my husband’ she said as she got on her knees. I felt a bit embarrassed. People were looking, and this crazy woman made it seem like I was the villain here. ‘Knowing he his a close associate with you...’ she tried saying, and I immediately cut her off. ‘Your husband and I do not work together, get your facts straight’ I said, and she stood up with a puzzled look on her face. ‘Excuse me?’ she asked again just to be sure.

It was about losing everything; his pride, his control, his clean hands and still showing up anyway. And tomorrow, he would show up. Whether she met him with fire or frost. Because love, real love, wasn’t always about being the hero. Sometimes it meant being the villain she’d never understand just to keep her from falling.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

"So what are you going to do?" Libia felt a burning heat in her chest. She had thought she was in love with this man, but she didn’t even really know him. What little she did know was bad. She had a bad habit of seeing things that weren’t there. She’d been caught in the moment, tangled in his sheets. He’d broken her heart. That’s how men like him were—commitment-averse, maybe not even attracted to her. It was all part of his revenge. And then, she realized with horror, her aunt’s accident might not have been an accident at all. "Tell him to come in," she said, struggling to keep her voice steady.

What kind of love uses rope to keep you close? Maybe I saw him through rose-tinted glasses. I ignored all the red flags, warning signs, and weird family dynamics because I was newly divorced and desperate for help getting revenge on Martin and his mistress. People always talk about villains as if you can spot them in a crowd. But the truth is, the worst ones are the ones who believe they are doing the right thing—the ones who call it love when it’s really control. And that’s what William is to me now—a man with good intentions and dangerous capabilities.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.

Because, heroes will sacrifice the heroine for the world but villains will destroy the whole world for her. She even has a wild fantasy that she wants a Mafia to abduct her then he will fall in love with her. I told her while breaking the bubbles of her illusional world that he won't fall in love with you but cut you into pieces and feed his dogs. She made a sad, cute face and said, I'm very cruel.