The Villainess Reverse Hourglass Bahasa Indonesia の小説・ストーリー

"This is the pride of the royal family, Her Royal Highness Princess Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." I turned on my celebrity mode and smiled at my 'fans'. Well, I just pretended that I was filming a video for my fans. "Good evening, everyone. I'm Belladonna Reigna Astaseul, the first princess of the Great Helios Empire," I said politely. "Thank you for coming tonight." I bowed like how my etiquette teacher taught me. "I hope everyone gets to have a good time." ***

I smirked absentmindedly as I leaned back the chair. Belladona? It probably means ‘a beautiful lady’ I scoffed off and grinned wider. You can’t fool me, Ben. I know what you mean. The devil's cherry, the deadly nightshade-- you know what’s its name? Belladonna. The most beautiful yet poisonous flower in the garden of the south. Search it up, maybe you’ll see my name in the list soon.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

That’s when she figured that Isabella wasn’t from here. “You must be from another time period.“ “What do you mean?” “The thing you messed with wasn’t an hourglass. It was a witching glass.” “A witching what?” “The thing you called an hourglass. I read about it in my mothers’ books. It's an hourglass that’s been enchanted to control time. This item allows a person to travel between the past, the present, and the future.” “So, am I in the past?” “Yes.” “What year is it?”

I’m nosy sue me. “You were supposed to sleep with Shane Ryder not Percival Black! Why are you so stupid Clare”a woman’s voice rings out and from what she is saying I realize it belongs to Clare Haistings mother, Iris Haistings, “Mother I don’t know what happened. Shane Ryder was not in the room he was supposed to be in that’s not my fault but Arias. She was supposed to get him there and she didn’t!” There’s a loud screech then she’s says “I’m going to kill that bitch right after I kill her mother”

“You are finishing Razel’s embroidery. Campanula rapunculus is the bloom.” “Yes,” I drew the chair that Aien usually used closer, intrigued by her. In my mind she had been an evil witch, keeping Rapunzel prisoner in the tower, however, she was far from that. Like most stories, this one was far more complicated than what it appeared to be, I suspected. “Why were you keeping Rapunzel prisoner in the tower?”

[A/n: I know my stories are weird with unique characters but just bear with me TT. I love foreshadowing things so much UGH—] Birthday shopping was a bummer. Cassandra comes back home and is introduced to the fashionista Krille DeVuil. She was half Transylvanian, hence the name. Aka... TriBaroness. Because she has been a baroness of three barons, three times to many stitching companies for three times already. Also, fourth time's the lucky charm in her case.

Belarus memanggil senjatanya, senjata di saat dia benar-benar marah. Seorang gadis cantik keluar. Wajahnya ditutupi kain tipis, rambutnya berwarna emas diikat ekor kuda, pakaiannya serba hitam. Axton jelas mengetahui siapa di hadapannya. Selena Dazzle, seorang penyihir yang paling ditakuti di negeri itu.

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.