Romans & histoires The Villianess Reverses The Hourglass

Zoran was silent for a while, he said hesitantly, “Chairlady Lane, you have to think this through—The Ten Villains will be very hard to get rid of.” What? “Why?” Ophelia asked. She still had two disciples in their hands. She did not know whether they were dead or alive so she had to move quickly. Susan appeared in a purple long dress making her look graceful. A few of Ophelia’s male disciples looked at Susan adoringly. Other than Ewan, this was their first time visiting the Carter mansion. They did not expect that Zoran’s wife was so pretty. She said, “Chairlady Lane, the landscape of Wicked Valley is complicated, it would be very hard to attack. Furthermore, at the entrance of the valley, t

“You may find yourself in a sparkling world of potential, but remember it’s also filled with unyielding betrayal. Andre may seem like your knight in shining armor, but he’ll only ever be comfortable sitting atop his throne… alone.” Gabriella’s firmness wavered for the briefest second, her jaw tightening, and I seized my opportunity. “You don’t need to fall into his trap. You can write your narrative. Don’t let him mislead you with promises—if anything, let me show you what your worth truly is outside the confines of his expectations.” “Don’t listen to her!” Andre thundered. “She’s trying to shake your faith in me. She’s only out for revenge!” “Her revenge matters little,” Gabriella interrupt

“The exile and the outcast. Give me the girl’s power, and you can have the King.” “You have nothing to bargain with, insect,” Morvana said dismissively. She raised Lillian’s hand, palm up. Above it, the very air began to darken and coil, drawing the scant light from the room into a swirling vortex of pure shadow shot through with veins of toxic silver. The temperature plummeted. “This world is cluttered with broken toys. Time to sweep it clean.” The vortex pulsed, and with a sound like a thousand whispers screaming, it launched not at Vorian, or at us, but at the very structure of the granary itself.

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.

Before reality caught up to me, Damian’s lips claimed mine in a heated kiss. My eyes widened in shock. Holy moly! The most harmless crybaby stole my first kiss. My mind went blank. In a moment of clarity, I bit down hard, shoved him away, and scrambled for my life. Then came System’s notification once I took shelter at home. [Congratulations on completing the wicked villainess’ storyline. Only thirty minutes remain on the countdown to your return to your world.]

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

Vashi was losing her mind; she didn't know when she started confessing. “Oh! I see! You tried to poison the king, but I ended up drinking the wine…” Jazell puts the puzzle together. Vashi snarls… “Come to me, my little pet.” She murmurs under her breath. calling on Viper while whispering low enchantments. Jazell watches her with an unswerving gaze. “Are you looking for this?” Jazell says, feigning a sad tone, as she takes two steps sideways, revealing a box that has been hidden behind her.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

A crystal wine glass shattered against the wall. ‎Victor stood quietly nearby. ‎"The warehouse exploded and yet they're alive!!" She yelled as her voice echoed through the room. ‎ ‎"You told me there was no way they'd escape." ‎ ‎Victor calmly straightened his cuff. ‎"I said the odds favored us." ‎ ‎"You failed." ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎He looked directly at her. ‎"You underestimated Vivian." ‎ ‎Annabel clenched her fists. ‎"She's becoming a problem and a very annoying one at that."

The emerald eyes that I didn't know I had, it was such a pity that I didn't realized how beautiful I am in the past. I raised my head and confidently entered the entrance of the banquet hall inside the Imperial Palace. I can already hear the music from the orchestra playing the music entitled 'Se la face ay pale' by Guillaume DuFay. I already know what happened, that I slept for three months because of my time reverse. My soul was trying to get back from the past making my reverse to stop and made me lose my conscious for three months. But it doesn't mean that I will stop my revenge just because I slept too long. I've got my heels prepared to stomp everyone that pissed me.