The Villainess Lives Twice Novels & Stories

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!!-

The witch grabbed the lady by the neck letting her dangle in the air, her legs kicking in defense. The witch peeked at the lady's smooth skin and striking resemblance to a superstar she once knew. " You are so pretty. Too bad you will die for the second time today. " " I only got reborn. I don't want to die again "the lady cried again. Two weeks ago, God gave her a second chance, and now someone wanted to kill her again. Life was too cruel to her. Without any more due, the witch shredded the lady into pieces and ate her. She wiped the blood on her lips, then smiled viscously.

There was a murderous aura coming out of her and it felt like she wanted to bury me alive. We exchanged no words. I stood still while she continued to kill me with that terrifying gaze of hers but Ramessa wasn’t bothered by that at all. She proceed to introduce the woman with hostile vibes to me, “This is the woman who is second on the list of Vincent’s Villain origin story.” What? I shot my head at Ramessa, “What?” What is that supposed to mean? She smiled at me, “Run along now,” She said, “If you're curious about her, ask Vincent.” I was pushed out a little from where Luca took my hand and took me away.

"I won't let him have a moment of happiness with that woman. I'll shatter their fairy tale, and they'll understand the price of betraying me. I’m his fated mate, but he rejects me a thousand times!” Her thoughts twisted and turned, envisioning scenarios where she could dismantle their happiness, where she could expose the flaws and weaknesses of their bond. The darkness within her grew, nurturing her villainous desires. "I'll take pleasure in their suffering," Darlyn whispered to herself, her voice filled with a chilling delight. "They'll realize the grave mistake they've made, turning their backs on me. No one crosses me without paying the consequences." Her eyes gleamed with a wicked deter

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”.

I slightly furrow my brows. “No no Vivian! God! You’re so stupid!” Frustration clear in his voice. I growl. “What did you say?” I threateningly walk towards him, and I cock my head to the side. He stutters incoherent words before snapping out of it. “Vivian, listen. There was something else about Sugoria. He wasn’t the only doppelganger during that time” He pulls out another scroll from his box “Look” He points at two old women that looked exactly alike. “These two women existed during that time. But these women were older than Sugoria. They have lived longer than him. And the King was older than Sugoria.”

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

She had been hiding there, listening, and now she was coming closer. “I will not be threatened, werewolf,” she said. She was a thin older woman, petite. Waifish. A strong breeze could knock her over. In another life, perhaps I would have admired her strength, but that was impossible to do in this one, when she had used that strength for personal gain and corruption. She could have been a leader. Instead, she chose to be a villain. “I don’t know why you would want to hunt me down, anyway,” Adelaide said. “I act only out of love for my niece, poor Vanessa. Her life was tragically cut short, and an imposter took her place. Tell me what a grieving aunt is supposed to think.”

Julian Pierce could never wrap his head around it. How could a face as delicate and breathtaking as a blooming lily hide a heart as venomous as a viper’s? Vicious. Ruthless. Extravagant. Absurd. These were the words he had spat at Serena Blackwood in the past. He couldn't fathom why, despite his open loathing, rumors persisted that he was the one her inner wolf pined for. They said she had pushed the Prime Beta’s daughter into a freezing lake, nearly drowning her, just because the girl had a tentative mating agreement with him.