The Villainess Turns The Hourglass Novels & Stories

Aesthelia was about to explain what happened when she got interrupted by Gior's growl. Aesthelia felt her lips run dry. She can't stop herself from glaring at the man. "What excuses would you make this time? Aren't you being foolish to think you could get away with your lies? " Gior spoke, burning in rage, and it was visible in his eyes that the trust he had in Aesthelia was long gone. Aesthelia's jaw clenched. The character she was so in love with turns out differently now that she's meeting him as the villainess, Aesthelia Rasc.

If only it could lead me to the cure… I know Valerie was trying and had sent samples out, but I know she is no closer to finding an answer than she was when she started. I look at the children once more, slowly easing out of bed. I will sleep with them tonight but before that, there’s something I wanted to do… just in case… Returning to the room where Sebastian and I once slept together, I take out something I had spotted from Dad’s office earlier today. A large yet simple hourglass. I get to work unscrewing the wooden base and carefully emptying the sand into a bowl. I then wipe it down and opening the pouch carefully pour the Moon Dust into the now empty hourglass.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭-𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭 The liquid manifestation of the Heiress did not hold a stable shape. It rippled and tore like dark satin under a heavy wind, her amethyst-tinted visage stretched into jagged, geometric angles before snapping back into the cruel, youthful likeness of Helen Vance.

The dangerous, beautiful smile that touched her lips was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. "Look at you," Aisha whispered, her voice a breathless, gravelly purr that made my skin prickle with a dangerous heat. She stepped close, her long fingers wrapping around my hand, gently forcing me to drop the wrench. It hit the floor with a loud metallic clang. She leaned in until her lips brushed against my ear, her voice dropping to a whisper that vibrated straight through my spine. "The masterpiece is fully awake now, Elara. You just killed a man to protect the throne. You can never go back to the daylight." She pulled back, her amber eyes flashing with absolute triumph as she looked at th

“Do not worry, it will not harm his physical form. This love potion will only last for three hours. That is more than enough time. As long as you are the first person he lays eyes upon when his consciousness blurs, everything will go smoothly. He will fall into your arms." Vivianne slowly extended her trembling hand. A faint, unpleasant sensation pricked her conscience as her fingers brushed the crystal vial. However, she refused to retreat. She stared at the pink liquid before gripping it tightly in her palm. “If this fails, I will still need the poison.” “Haaa, very well. But I hope you will not have to soil your hands with blood, O Jewel of the North,” the shop owner concluded with a resi

"And what kind of werewolf supremacist are you to use witch-made bombs? Why not use werewolf-made, hm? Not good enough for you?" "The hourglass is shifting," Seraphina said. "It's emotions are magic, too. Speak to the crowd, Grace. Speak to Mooncrest. Any weakness buys us time." I looked at the hourglass, noting a bit of the sand had slipped out of the bottom. It wasn't a lot, but somewhere, someone was listening to me.

In the fluffy, warm atmosphere things seemed to work opposite in the corner of the room where the aura was rather dark and heavy. {Host I don't think the second male lead is going to leave without seeing you. He wants only your services and has refused every other maid} The system reasoned. 'What a pain in the ass!' Zhi Ruo looked out the window, it was already late in the evening and her shift would soon be over. 'Tch,It seems I can't escape him today'

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.

I followed her, and we sat on the dust-covered marble bench just outside the burnt coven. Agatha placed the box on the bench, and we sat on either side of it. She took out the white cloth that wrapped around the box. I still can’t get my mind out on how it was even possible. A spotless white cloth was sitting down on that part of the basement when it was surrounded by the skeletal remains of burned witches. How? Agatha’s voice brought me out of my reverie, “It was a magical hourglass!” I don’t know what a magical hourglass means among witches, and I haven’t read anything about other species either, but her expression tells me she is scared, no, she is terrified.

“If only I had known, I would’ve bid for it too! I really shouldn’t mock others for having poor judgment.” “This pretty lady really does have good judgment. It looks like I’m the one who has poor judgment.” “As expected of the wife of Dragon Group’s heir. She certainly does have good judgment! I’m deeply embarrassed with myself.” The people who previously mocked her all had a shift in their attitude now. When they saw the extremely pretty glassy imperial green jade on the screen, they were so amazed that they could barely breathe. Looking at what was on the big screen, Xyla Quest was filled with a sense of accomplishment.