The Villainess Reverse Hourglass Novels & Stories

The Vane Tower was usually a place of cold efficiency, but tonight it felt like a fortress preparing for a siege. In the master suite, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the sharp ozone of high-end electronics. Sabizina stood before the triple-pane mirror, staring at a woman she barely recognized. She wore a custom-made gown of midnight-blue velvet that flowed over her seven-month belly like liquid shadows. The neckline was a sharp V, adorned with a necklace of "Golden Blood" diamonds—Rage’s latest gift, and a silent warning to anyone who knew the history of the stone.

She looked stunning. But Valentin’s mind started to wander. He saw the same beautiful dress but the woman underneath was different. She was less curvy than Bella and didn’t have her long black hair or tanned skin. This woman’s skin was creamy white and darted with freckles that made her collar bones jut out. This woman’s hair was a shocking red. He looked up and was met with the green-gold eyes of his dead mate. Valentin blinked twice to get the image out of his head, to make the woman look like Bella once again. Instead, it shifted and became Zahara’s younger counter part. He was met with the same green-gold gaze but the person behind it was Zora.

The mirror didn’t lie. I stared at my reflection, watching as the woman I once was disappeared before my eyes. The emerald dress clung to me, a perfect fit, accentuating every curve with an elegance that demanded attention. A masterpiece of silk and temptation, whispering promises of power and vengeance. My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, but I steadied myself. There was no room for weakness tonight. Tonight, I was two people.

Xyla said. “Miss… You sound rather knowledgeable in jewelry design.” Right then, Xyla heard someone speaking in Country Z’s language, but the person didn’t sound fluent. Xyla immediately looked over… She saw an old Caucasian woman with short, curly, white hair and thick makeup who wore a classic, black Chanel dress as well as Dior’s black espadrille heels. Xyla recognized this woman. It was Helen herself… After judging someone else’s work and being heard by that person right in front of her, Xyla suddenly felt a little awkward.

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.

God Elios asked her! " I am Alisha damien!!" She said. " Oh you are the one. Who is called the villainess queen!!" The graceful lady said mocking her. " Goddess Rane!!" God Elios gave her a signal to shut up. " So you are Alisha damien!! " " Yes!!" " If you are here then that means you have been dead for only few minutes. Isn't it??" " Yes and you are!!" " I am the God king Elios. "

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

She lost it immediately and I ran after her. But a lady stopped me so I punched her and flick my wand to her and perfect timing Hella hit her too. “You can have the brat.” She said and I ran to her. When I reached the room where she was her stare greeted me but I instantly cast a spell to make a barrier. At my last flick, it did hit her and her body turned into an hourglass. ‘I want to keep her,’ no one could turn her back but me. I went out and saw Hell sitting on the wrecked couch.

She asked. “What kind of dark things do you have in your mind? Tell me all of them.” He whispered in her ears while tightening his hug. Sofia had never been a dark minded person before. She had a good childhood and a relatively healthy upbringing and personality so wishing destruction and death upon someone never crossed her mind. It was until she was killed. In her mind, she asked herself, what would Gilda do? What would this vengeful black widow archetype she has created do? And the answer was simple. She wanted to destroy him until there’s nothing but ashes.