The Villainess Reverses The Hourglass Wiki Novels & Stories

‘ 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.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

With those words, she turned and hurried into her room, the sound of glass bottles clinking together echoing in the silence that followed. Moments later, she emerged with a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. "This is a reverse potion," she explained, holding the vial out to me. "It has the power to counteract the effects of the poison and save Steven's life. But we must act quickly. Time is of the essence." "Yes, mom." Taking the vial from her trembling hands, I nodded, my resolve hardening with each passing moment.

Since they were kids, they had always shared everything: from clothes down to makeup and even boys. Now, they were about to share Mr. Stone again. This was the second man they had taken from me. The second time they had stolen my happiness from me! I rose from my hiding place, trying to escape. My feet caught on a fragment of the broken vase lying on the floor. I let out a yelp. That drew their attention. Lizzy strutted over to me, slowly. “And as for you…” she started in a low, deep, threatening voice. “Did you really sneak out of this house to the party two days ago?”

Standing right behind them was Felix, his face twisted with rage. The moment he saw me, he lunged forward like a rabid dog, jabbing a finger at my face and cursing furiously. "That's her! Officers, that's the scammer right there! Give me back my gold bangle!" His voice echoed down the corridor, instantly drawing my neighbors out into the hallway. They gathered in small groups, whispering and staring. "Oh my, what's going on?" "I heard she stole something worth thousands of dollars from a jewelry shop, so the owner brought the cops."

His eyes showed no compassion and his lips curled into a cunning grin. As he was saying all of this his hands slowly moved to the vase on the table and he slammed it on her head with all of his might and strength. Elizabeth fell on the ground with no idea of this happening.

He had opened the Casket of the Eclipse—a weapon Jackson’s father had hidden in the archives a century ago. Out of the casket emerged a shadow that was larger than the Spire itself. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't an entity. It was a Black Hole of pure rejection—the concentrated essence of every "too much" woman who had ever been shamed by the High Council. "If you won't be our battery," Valerius shrieked, "then you will be the first meal of the Goddess of Scorn!" The shadow lunged, and the silver island began to fall from the sky.

Through the slit window stars burned, merciless and clear. She drew the nightshade vial from her boot, rolling it between trembling fingers. *One drop can still a breath. One vial can shift a board of kings.* Yet vengeance felt distant as the moon. Instead, she uncorked it, poured a single drop onto the collar’s hinge. Metal hissed, corroding. She smiled faintly—*small steps, little star.* A low growl sounded—the shaggy hound squeezed through the bars, curling at her side like before. She rested her head against his fur.