The Villainess Has Fun Again Novels & Stories

She is finally dead. “We’ve gotten rid of the bitch,” Dmitri and the others celebrated, and I just stood there. I guess we all misunderstood her. I’m happy we gave her the death she wanted. Moon Goddess, however, is the villain; she is the one ruining the wolves and causing unnecessary wars that are claiming innocents. “You don’t seem happy,” Damien said, standing beside me. I turned to him, looking at the blood on his cheeks, and I smiled. “We will talk about that later,” I said, and he nodded his head.

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su

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 faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

“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.”

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?

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe

The laugh grew, echoing maniacal. "I can see! I can see!" She spun back, laughing loud, head thrown back. A dangerous smile split her face—sharp, fanged almost, eyes gleaming with feral joy. She turned to me, that smile promising chaos. "You want to know how to defeat Vuk?" she purred, stepping closer. "I will tell you..." The hunger in me roared. This was it. My villainess, born from blood and demon eyes. Together, we'd devour the North.