The Villainess Wants To Die นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nerien stood by the entrance of his hut, staring down at me with those cold, unreadable eyes. I really wanted to pluck them out, but I’m just a villainess in this fucking book. I’m a villainess. I was supposed to have something or someone backing me, right? I was drawn out of my thoughts by the whispers surrounding me. "Lucky her, she came out alive." "How I wish she died," A little child even said. "Mummy, I thought you said I wouldn't have to see this wicked woman again. You said she would die." "She will, soon, honey," the mother whispered back.

Not knowing that all of it was an evil plot. 'Euw... it’s disgusting when I remember that I used to have a nerve battle with Lady Eden for the Crown Princess’s position. If I knew what a jerk Hayden was, it might be better if I gave in to her,' But the rice has become porridge. 'Well, if I can't die in this world, should I just become a villainess as they claimed me to be? After all, it's not that hard to become a villainess,”

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

Her words angered Viller, but he was stopped by Hodor’s signal to let her continue speaking. “You need my blood and that bitch won’t handle me with care. She will abuse my body and does not care if I die or not.” Maridelle is not afraid to die. But to stay alive is what she needed to make her vengeance. “You got what I meant already. I got to decide with the amount of blood she is going to take from me.” “Alright. A simple rule.”

"Shall we proceed, Milady?" Casimir said, grinning, and I immediately understood what he meant. I grinned at him before putting my hands on his arm. I realized I wouldn't be able to back out now after that incident. It's because I've always been the type of woman who would sacrifice anything for the sake of her objectives. Now that those objectives have shifted, I am powerless to escape my destiny. I'm not running from fate because I want to prevent any more lives from being taken in front of my eyes or even from passing away without anything that could have saved them. For once, I also wanted to know what it's like to die.

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

Your second question would be revealed with time as we go on various missions, conquering worlds together. The system put quite simply. "Missions?" She thought aloud, as her eyes beamed with curiosity. {Yes. You and I would carry out various missions in different worlds. The goal being to ultimately change the unfortunate endings of the second female leads also known as the Villanness of their respective worlds according to their death wishes.} "What if I don't want to?" She asked skillfully returning the sword back to its sheath strapped on her waist as she could perceive the system wasn't capable of harming her.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

he begged, expecting her to bite the bait, but who was she? Vanity had figured out who wanted her dead by this point. Even in the absence of proper evidence, he was willing to go to any length to simply get rid of her. She didn't want to exact any retaliation, but they had forced her to, and she was going to make their lives so miserable that they would regret it. “I know exactly who wants me dead, and he will be next,” she said as she sank her teeth into his neck and broke it. She'd had her fill of all the men she'd killed before this skinny man. He was so filthy to her that she had a gut feeling she would suffer if she drank his blood.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.