The Villainess Is A Marionette Novels & Stories

Victoria's smile disappeared. "The truth." Alessia stepped forward. "Give it to me." "No." Victoria looked directly at Amara. "It belongs to her." Amara looked at Alessia. Then back at Victoria. For the first time, Alessia didn't tell her what to do. She simply watched. Amara slowly stepped forward. Victoria held out the envelope. Amara took it. There was one sentence written across the front. FOR MY DAUGHTER, WHEN SHE FINALLY MEETS ALESSIA.

He glared down at the woman he had trusted, the woman who had poisoned his household from the inside out while wearing a mask of domestic affection. Amber remained standing by the nightstand, her posture relaxed yet vigilant, safeguarding the precious device that held the absolute truth of their villainy. She watched the chaotic spectacle unfold with a cold detachment, feeling neither pity nor remorse for the wreckage of the lives her stepmother had so carefully orchestrated to destroy her family. The lead officer tightened the final click of the cuffs, securing Marian firmly before pulling her upright with an unyielding grip that signaled the definitive end of her reign of deceit.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

Daphne raised her chin, locking eyes with Ariel, and spoke with venom in her voice. "I know the extent of your powers, witch. This collar will strip you of your abilities, rendering you powerless. How dare you use your spells against Jessica? How dare you make a spectacle of me in the king's presence? How dare you raise your voice at me?" Daphne's anger surged, and without a second thought, she slapped Ariel once more. At that moment, the reality of the hierarchy among villains became painfully clear to Ariel. As she gazed at Daphne, she understood that Daphne was a more ruthless villain than herself, and Ariel's sharp tongue and nasty disposition had led her into peril.

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.

This time, I would get my revenge and I would get my mate back. No matter what Xander said, I still had the mate bond on my side. I knew that he’d run to me if I was in danger and with the way we kept running into each other on campus, I knew even the goddess was on my side. The villain here was Selene. She was the one who didn’t fit into the mix, the one trying to ruin everything and I wouldn’t let her. This time, rather than sit back and mope, I’d take my life into my own hands. “I know exactly what kind of a person she is. You don’t have to tell me,” Logan responded with bitter laughter. “She uses people as she pleases and never faces any consequences for her actions.”

From the moment we stopped contacting each other, we already had an unspoken understanding. Mia had been bound to a malicious system. As long as she successfully “captured” her target, she would be rewarded. She was trying to become the heroine of her own story. And Ethan? He was her target. “I knew something was off the moment she added me,” Ethan said. “I’ve been playing along this whole time, baiting her. You owe me for that.” I wrapped my arms around him tightly. At least I wasn’t alone. It turned out the malicious system was a rogue program on the run.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!