The Villainess Is A Marionette Novels & Stories

- -I have done nothing but cower in my shell ever since I had arrived, hoping that if I didn't egg anyone on, they would leave me alone but…I'm fucking exhausted of waiting for people to 'not' attack me. -It seems that a villainess is needed.- "Get Ophelia here," I said to a maid who was on the wall, the maid stiffened in her position when I pointed to her, nonetheless, like a well-oiled machine she responded. "Yes, my lady." She said then dashed away to the maid's quarters. "My lady." Erden stepped forward, and I gestured a 'shoo' motion with my hands. -Enough. – Vivanna had cut off the limbs of sixteen maids for such a mistake, and now that I think about it, wasn't the prince just offering

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”

After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold. I walked up to Irina's figure with a wooden plank as she layed on the cold floor, struggling in the dirt as she tried to crawl away from me. "So you think that just because Reynold dotes on you and treats you like his little canary...... you can defy me and get away with it." - I toned down my voice a notch, sounding cold and menacing. Embodying the true essence of the villainess in the movie. Irina embodying the role of the favored woman, whimpered struggling to make a sentence.

Men shouting. The villain standing in the doorway of reality itself, holding something glowing in his hand. Something pulsing. Something alive. Maeve’s stomach dropped. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. The villain smiled slowly. “It wasn’t.” He lifted the object higher. A shard. But not gold. Not black. Crimson. Cade stiffened beside her. “That’s the core,” he said quietly. The villain’s grin widened. “And if I break it…” The void trembled violently.

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.

{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

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.