Novel & Cerita The Villainess Lives Twice

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.

Things are going to be different this time, or my name isn't Natasha Mary-Anne Ludwick Nicholai! You made me a villainess by controlling my mind, Dalilah. Now I'll be the villainess of your story! I'll destroy you and that Goddess-damn 3rd Imperial Prince. I'll use my second chance the best I can. You said that we would see each other again in hell, so don't worry, sis, I'll make your wish come true, making your life a living hell. You will pay for what you did, dear sister. This time, things are going to change. I'm going to live for myself and Valerian, and I'll make people see your true colors.

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.

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.

It is kind of Ironic to know that Me and Fredrick do not have the relationship of Villainess and Male Lead but, Villain and Villainess. TO BE CONTINUED...

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

Agira laughed at the entire situation. “I don’t want to take any chances” Victor said. The door burst open. “We saw everything that happened” his right-hand announced. “We tried to fight the hold on us, but we couldn’t. There was someone else with her”. “Still want to leave it up to chance?” Dilia questioned. “I’m going home…” she made a gesture to her right-hand and he had her in his arms. “For the first time, the villain isn’t actually Luvinan, but a Tempan wannabe”.

Since the day she fell off the cliff and became a vampire who had to live in the dark and survive on blood, she has learned that being kind will never get her anywhere. She had to kill others in order to survive; it was difficult and painful at first, and it made her wretch, but she could only turn into ashes if she didn't feed herself. She didn't want to die when she was given a second chance. She was even merciful enough to leave them with their bodies intact and didn't pursue Isabelle or her daughter. Weren't they supposed to express their appreciation? Vanity felt so wronged to be cast as the villain in this entire scenario. She simply defended herself and did not say anything else. How

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Above the dead woman's head, faint but still visible, a number continued to glow, ticking downward with the same slow, steady rhythm it always had. 47. The woman had died with forty seven days still remaining on her countdown. Elara's blood ran cold. She had never heard of such a thing. The countdown never lied. It could not be wrong. Every soul in Avelune trusted it as the one true law of the world, immovable and absolute. But here was a woman lying dead in the market square, her number still counting down as though her body had not yet received the message that her time was over. Kael rose slowly to his feet, his eyes dark with something that looked almost like dread, and when he spoke, hi