The Villainess Just Wants To Live In Peace Chapter 11 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What the fuck was that? She was evil if I was to say and talk for her. That was clearly evil yo stab someone through the eyes. But nevertheless, I wanted her to pay for the whole crime she had caused. Her days of making women cry was over. 3 villain's in the line. 1 about to be brought down and 2 still living there life's thinking they're safe.

And for the first time… Ilyaan realized the truth. Maybe Azrael wasn’t the villain. Maybe Orion wasn’t the villain. Maybe even the King wasn’t the villain. 💔 Someone else had been controlling the story all along. 🖤 End of Chapter 27 To Be Continued…

“Once there was a girl who had no one but her grandma. She was always bullied, always blamed, always looked down on. But one day, she realized she didn’t want to be the loser hero anymore—she wanted to be the villain who always wins. Since then, life’s been awesome.” Nala gripped the iron bars so tightly her knuckles turned white. She gritted her teeth, the cold night air biting her skin. “The moral of the story is: being the villain is always better. Have a nice life, baby sister,” Camille sneered before backing away slowly. “I promise you, Camille, I’ll get back at you, you little bitch!” Nala screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice gave out. Now, here she was, staring at the unfa

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.”

"If you think it is otherwise, why does it trouble you so much that you want to kill me? If this was a book, you would be the villain trying to separate two childhood sweethearts." Nalea snarled at her "If you think you aren't a villain, then you should let me go and prove to me that my thoughts are wrong," Danica said hurriedly before Nalea could hurt her. Nalea's hard face softened. She was confused. Danica was messing with her head and she grunted at the thought of it.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

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.

Jaxon turned and walked away. But the others remained. They watched. They whispered. And in their eyes, I saw the narrative shift once more - not toward the villainess as murderer, but toward the villainess as corruptor. The woman who had tamed a cursed prince with her blood and her body, who had forged a forbidden bond that threatened the very foundations of their world. The Author's Contract burned in the back of my mind, a warning and a promise. Too many people noticed. But as Riven's thumb traced the pulse in my wrist, as his crimson eyes met mine with the absolute certainty of a man who had chosen his damnation and found it sweet, I thought: let them notice.

“Mia!” “Of course, who else!” I snapped. “You didn’t expect her to stay silent forever, Liam. She had to retaliate somehow.” “Retaliate?” I spun around, eyes narrowing. “Retaliate against me? No one does that.” My voice cracked with restrained fury. Victor smirked faintly. “Then what’s the plan? Because right now, she looks like the victim, and you…” “I look like the villain,” I finished for him, jaw tightening. “And you know what villains do, Victor? They rewrite the script.”

DAMION I groaned loudly and tilted my head to the side, my eyes slammed shut. A pair of hands, which belonged to Michelle, were wrapped around my body. I swerved my head, pulled my eyes open, and stared at her sleeping face. She looked so innocent and harmless while she slept. I raised my hand and traced her jawline, smiling lightly in pity. Her circumstances and the cruelty of the world turned her from being a sweet, little girl destined for victorious achievements to a hated Villain filled with nothing but hatred, anger, and broken pieces that would never be put together again.