The Villainess Lives Twice Novels & Stories

“The hero from your first life may become the villain in this one.” A chill ran through me. “And the villain may wear kindness.” I could barely breathe now because suddenly every suspicion I had felt became heavier. “What if I hurt the wrong person?” I asked. My voice sounded smaller than I intended. “For revenge... what if I choose wrongly?” The doctor answered immediately. “Then your second life becomes worse than your first.” I looked down as I was instantly dumbfounded. Then I slowly asked. “What do I do?” “Two things.” I listened carefully.

“I saw how she died. It happened here, Ònààrà. In this house.” Ònààrà moved closer and sat beside her. “Tell me.” Evelyn pressed her palms to her temples, trying to steady herself. “It wasn’t a robbery. It wasn’t random. Someone planned it. He didn’t even speak, he just… killed her. But I heard a woman’s voice. A woman was with the killer.” Ònààrà studied her for a long moment. “Dreams can lie, Evelyn. Are you sure?”

Her voice cracked as she sang that line, her eyes dim, as the silver of tears fell out her beady eyes. She was his fiancee, they were meant to be married from the moment they were kids. She had known him for twenty years and she spent her entire years trying to be the perfect wife but he abandoned her for a naive girl he met for less than six months. She fought back to get her love but she became a villain getting in between the perfect couple. “Am I a villain or someone broken and in need of comfort? I sir in grief while you have your best days, such an irony. I deserve everything good! In my next life, I pray I never meet you.” The last notes were barely uttered before the entire building

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

The lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.

“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.

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

Her obsessive love for Lord Michael, her doomed marriage, the betrayal, the misery, and the cold, brutal death at his hands-it all felt unbearably close. No, Carmen thought, her grip tightening around the glass. I won't let it happen. I've already died once. I refuse to let it happen again. I will not play the role of a tragic heroine. Not this time. I won't let my story end the way hers did. I'll change everything. This wasn't just a second chance; it was an opportunity to rewrite everything. She looked up at the maids, "Things are going to change," she declared. "My lady?" Ipu asked hesitantly.

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.