The Villainess Turns The Hourglass の小説・ストーリー

she asks as I slowly zip up my pants. My thoughts spamming, my heart racing. I see the smile on her face crumble as if it had been made of plaster and suddenly her form phases between two faces; one of Liliana’s and the other of the chambermaid, Venice. Venice. Venus’ daughter. The woman who was combing her hair. The woman whose comb had red and white strands of hair. The Sorceress. “You’re an imposter!” I gasp. The woman before me does not wait for me to react. She grabs her own wineglass and shatters the crystal on the table, holding the jagged edge to my throat.

Her name was Viola, and all the other girls called her Vasper. She hated them. She hated herself, too, but was at the bakery window every morning and in the shop every afternoon. One morning, in the place of honor in the shop window, there was a tray of gingerbread men. Each was decorated with royal icing, with pants and jacket; each had a royal icing face. The witch, very spitefully, had finished her spell with Ginger; baking him inside the very center gingerbread man, so he could see the children pointing and exclaiming. That had been an error; by releasing him from the mirror, he had regained a few of his powers. He was in shock, though, and it took a bit of time before he could think cle

I gently held her hand that was touching my chin and brought it to my lips for a simple kiss to threatened her in a respectful way. She just pulled her hand from mine as she gave me a glare first before she turned her back on me and steps towards the tree where she first appeared and the jar placed in its hole, turned into a sand clock. There is only more sand in its upper part, and very little sand falls into its lower part. It is as small as a needle but as time goes on, it wears out. That means it's Travis' clock.

"Don't blame us. You're the one who went missing all on your own when you were a child. Isn't it normal that we don't have any affection for you?" Gerard covered Anna's eyes. "She's going to become really ugly, so we can't let her scare Anna." Then, together, they pushed me into the sea, watching as I sank slowly into the depths. Suddenly, a blood moon appeared above the sea, and the sound of countless beasts howled beneath its surface. The moment the disguise mask shattered, I heard my boss's familiar voice. "Back to work?" I nodded, before rising from the sea. My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected.

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

Not a shadow. Not a ghost. Real. Moonlight washed over her pale face. Her eyes burned with hatred. “You really thought you could walk away,” she whispered. “You thought you could take what was mine.” “I didn’t take anything,” I said calmly. “You chose your path.” She smiled. A thin cruel smile. “Your path ends tonight.” She lunged. But she wasn’t holding a sword. She held a small glass vial. And she wasn’t aiming at me. She threw it at the foundation stone of the city.

As she used the dark tweezers to align the blood-red shards of the vase, the contrast made her hands look like they were carved from moonlight. Initially, the apprentices watched the vase. But soon, they were mesmerized by her grace. Avery didn't notice. The moment she touched the relics, the "Mate-Contract," the "Mute" label, and the "Billionaire-turned-Alpha" politics of the Montgomerys vanished. She was back in her element. The task was a brutal mental puzzle, but Avery’s mind categorized the shards by density and fracture-pattern effortlessly. When the final grain of sand hit the bottom of the hourglass, a gasp rippled through the room.

The heat prickled on my skin. Kamari drew another arrow and aimed it at his heart. He stopped screaming the moment the weapon pierced him and he fell to the ground. Dead. “The coast is clear,” Halle said, blood on the side of her lips as she pulled back her claws. She was a shapeshifter. “For now,” Kamari stated, gesturing towards the throne. “You said you had an idea?” Right! I rushed over and knelt beside the throne. My hands studied the diamond combinations I had seen earlier.

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."

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”