The Villainess Has Fun Again Mga Nobela at Kwento

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Hialee and Ara are both dying to laugh and having fun but Jai is not even laughing but she’s paying attention in looking at her ex-boyfriend and I am sure that she pities him but I won’t let her. “Pity yourself more than you pity him” In a cold voice, I irritably told her. She’s such a soft and I hate her for being a cry baby. “YEAHHHHH! RUN BOY! HAHAHAHA, YOU LOOK STUPID!” Ara is really enjoying the show. “THAT’S WHAT HAPPEN TO GUY LIKE YOU! FREAK!” Hailee hypes in with the energy of Ara. These two are bold and I adore them for that but for once, they have been cheated on and I always did a way for revenge.

Aesthelia was about to explain what happened when she got interrupted by Gior's growl. Aesthelia felt her lips run dry. She can't stop herself from glaring at the man. "What excuses would you make this time? Aren't you being foolish to think you could get away with your lies? " Gior spoke, burning in rage, and it was visible in his eyes that the trust he had in Aesthelia was long gone. Aesthelia's jaw clenched. The character she was so in love with turns out differently now that she's meeting him as the villainess, Aesthelia Rasc.

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

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.

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

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.

The whole room fell dead silent. Orlando was the first to react. He swung his hand up. Smack! He slapped me back. My cheek burned, and the taste of rust filled my mouth. I turned my head back to look at him. His face had the cruelty of a circling vulture. "Ophelia. You're not fit to insult my Donna." [oh my god! the male lead went way too far! that was the villainess's late mother's keepsake!] [the lead's an actual animal! he knew exactly how much that bracelet meant!]

How dare! She's the female protagonist! She can do anything with her halo! Did the villainess plan this?! She smirk inside. Very well! I'll make you pay! To be continued.

“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?”