The Villainess Is Done Trying Novel Novels & Stories

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su

The picture of an uninterested guy in his late teens, and a girl in all smiles stared back at her in a selfie angle. "System what's going on?" Zhi Ruo asked, calmly. It took her to its system's space. She sat casually on her blood red seat waiting for a reply. {You have been transported to a small world in a teen drama web novels 'HIS TOUGH LOVE'. You have assumed the body of this story's villain, Tae Rin and would revive her memories.} {This story's plot revolves around how the beautiful and pure female lead Mi Cha tries to win the heart of the male lead Min Seok, an extremely handsome and cold teenager.

"What are you talki-" "Please don't try to cancel my scholarship. Please. I didn't do it. But I'm sure who did this. I will prove it to you. But please spare me. I didn't take the pictu" She spoke further but I cut her off as I recalled that what I've read. Posters! Right! Damn I know at which stage of plot I'm. I know I know. This is part where Medusa the one in the novel completely turns into a villianess. But before that I have to do something.

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I inquire, emphasizing each word. “As I previously informed you, you’ll know soon. Before that, I’m a guidebook for you as the villainess.” “Villainess?” "Yes, I'm going to serve you from now on. You can say that I’m a guidebook for a villainess like you since you're getting your vengeance once more. Furthermore, you are in this location for a reason. You need to locate the individual they call the shadow monster.”

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.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

My fangirl heart soars, villain down, harem mine, ending changed. But a flicker of unease remains, what else might the novel try?

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.