The Villainess Is A Marionette Characters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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!]

She asked. "Well, my warning applies to everything, not only him," I shrugged. "You know what? It's most likely for someone like Miss Maria to be stabbed in the back. They will pretend to be weak on the outside since Miss Maria is too soft-hearted." After I finished my words, I realized how funny this situation was. A villainess lecturing the heroine about the danger of being too kind. But I just couldn't help but be concerned, especially after what happened today.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

The villain who pointed the gun spoke again, "I'll make your hands as deformed as your legs." "You are a useless man," said the other villain. "More like a pathetic man." "Look at you! A baby is even more valuable than you." "Can you do this?" asked one villain while jumping up and down. The action instantly became the laughingstock of the crowd. "Surely no one would want you." "You're such a useless piece of trash. Women would think a thousand times about making you their lover. You'll only be a statue when you play in bed."

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”