The Villainess Is A Marionette Characters Novels & Stories

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

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

“Something is happening,” I say and get to my feet. “She’s showing a different side of the dungeon.” Caterina follows me and we watch as Marle stands in front of Nikolai’s mate and her children. Nikolai is passed out and bloody, while my niece and nephew just look at the witch with no emotion in their eyes. “If it isn’t Tiarin’s little pet and her…runts,” she says, trying to antagonise them but Nova simply scoffs.

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

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.

Ava assured her. "okay, you two pick the remaining herbs and come back immediately. Okay?" "okay Helena" they answered in unison. Helena left them and went back to the pack house. Ava and Vivian quickly picked up the remaining herbs and started to make their way back to the pack house. On their way back, they were stopped by a huge burly male werewolf. "hey girlie. I heard you are the bitch who tried to kill our princess. You have got a lot of guts to do something like that" he said with a sneer.

Much more, she would also lie to herself that she didn't fancy this man just because he was a psychotic villain. Anyway, since she already got rid of her title as small cannon fodder, then maybe she could also get rid of Phoenix's title as a villain who is also cannon fodder that will die in the end to pave way for those so-called protagonists. Evelyn let out a heavy sigh as she glances at this so-called villain. It seemed that she had to work hard to pave the way for the villain instead of the protagonist. She just has to make sure that he won't blacken or else this world would be doomed.

If I could get most of the nobles on my side… maybe we could win. “Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down on the plush couch. Lackeys, a dark, isolated base, a throne, and soon enough, an army… I’ve become a proper villainess. “Although I strongly believe that we should prioritize peaceful methods. We should only consider rebellion-slash-invasion as a last resort. I am not interested in ruling an empire devastated by war.” Some of them expressed discontent with what I said. “And there’s something you forget…” I pressed a palm on my forehead. “I have no claim on the Volfenheim throne. I am only sent here as a consort.”

she said. She wanted me to believe that crap? I knew it was her another trap. I was the real villain in her life. Of course, she wanted to metallise me and lock me inside this body forever. She used my mother to lure me out. She would never sacrifice her people to save my mother. People with so-called high morals always made me sick. I had been Zahir’s marionette. Zeve was no less than Zahir in her cunningness. I refuse to be used anymore.

Arielle’s fingers tightened around the fabric, her knuckles turning white beneath the plasters. “She will twist this,” Arielle continued, her eyes hardening. “She will make me the villain, the hysterical outsider trying to displace his oldest friend. Believe me, Dru... I had villains in my story and I know how low they can stoop.” “Then what do we do?” Drusilla asked. A slow, dangerous smile curved Arielle’s lips.