The Villianess Reverses The Hourglass Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by that? You’re being reckless, Vellora. This isn’t the time. Didn't you say earlier to wait not to make rushly decisions? Then what happened now? Why are you making hasty decisions?” Vellora leaned closer, her voice a silken whisper laced with malice. “It’s the perfect time. Everyone adores her now. One scandal, one night of betrayal and she’ll be ruined. Zach will despise her. His pack will doubt her purity. His faith will shatter.” She pulled out a small crystal vial hidden within her clutch, the liquid inside shimmering faintly pink under the light.

She looked stunning. But Valentin’s mind started to wander. He saw the same beautiful dress but the woman underneath was different. She was less curvy than Bella and didn’t have her long black hair or tanned skin. This woman’s skin was creamy white and darted with freckles that made her collar bones jut out. This woman’s hair was a shocking red. He looked up and was met with the green-gold eyes of his dead mate. Valentin blinked twice to get the image out of his head, to make the woman look like Bella once again. Instead, it shifted and became Zahara’s younger counter part. He was met with the same green-gold gaze but the person behind it was Zora.

No pause. Seren raises her hand. And the woman burns. Kael stands beside her. But he’s not Kael anymore. His eyes are hollow. His spirit is gone. He follows her, but the light that once made him hers has vanished. Vessa is nowhere. Neither is Lucien. She’s won. And she’s alone. The vision shifts. Now a golden palace surrounds her, carved from polished bone and silent stone. Children are branded with her mark at birth. Her statues line every corridor. The walls hum with songs of praise.

My mind is still trying to process everything. Not a true Blackwood heiress. Diana and Kieran. Childhood betrothed. Ulterior motive. The pieces are falling into place, but the picture they're forming is too horrific to comprehend. Vivienne raises her hand, and I see the slap coming. The physical manifestation of her contempt. I Instinctively close my eyes, bracing for impact. But the slap doesn't land. I peel my eyes open, confused, and find Vivienne's wrist held firmly by someone.

"That fictitious brain of yours only knows how to spend money! If Dominic does not get back Vivienne's heart, you and DOMINIC will rot to death as vagrants on the street asphalt! Shut your greedy mouth, Giselle!" Giselle jolted perfectly, her beautiful face turning pale upon receiving the fierce mockery from the Matriarch, while Dominic returned to silence, staring at the floor with heavy stress that increasingly festered in his heart. Meanwhile, far from the hustle and bustle of the Thorne clan's destruction, a sport motorcycle engine softened smoothly as it entered the courtyard of a luxury villa that stood firmly on top of the hill. The modern minimalist architectural style villa was surr

All traces of blood had disappeared with a hint of minty lemon lingering in the atmosphere. The once pristine white space assumed a dark shade of blue and eluded calming and cool vibes with several squares of data floating around. Zhi Ruo was sitting on an oversized bejeweled throne like chair, sewn evenly with red velvet, with a fluffy white armrest and a golden skeletal frame (wood is gold). Faced with a gigantic transparent blue screen, she looked like a warrior, the kind that even a worthy opponent would cower from meeting her icy gaze. The system gazed at her proud of its work who knew she had such a high standard of fashion sense. There was a celestial goddess right in front of it, wit

Her fuchsia hair was tangled with so many leaves that it appeared green instead of pink and seeing her state in one of the pond as she rush past it , Chelsea was certain that if somebody saw her in this state , they will definitely revoke her most beautiful woman of the Empire tag and keep revoking it again and again just for the heck of it . By the time she reached the southern part of ths forest , the situation if anything had became more serious than it was before . The Goblins though blind were still chanting their spells and Lilian was retreating back muttering something , what Chelsea couldn't make out , not noticing the deep chasm behind her with river heather flowing in it .Lilian's

Triggering the machine without preparation was reckless, bordering on catastrophic, but perhaps it could still serve Vivienne’s purposes. She glanced at the faint reflection in the polished surface of a nearby mirror, her gaze lingering on her own features. Sharp cheekbones, dark eyes that betrayed no fear. She had spent years preparing for this moment, navigating her uncle’s cryptic games and unraveling his web of secrets. Everything Lord Haverstone had left behind—the journal, the device, even the medallion—was part of a larger design. But unlike Emma, Vivienne understood the stakes. She was no pawn. She was a queen, ready to seize the board.

She stood upright in front of Vivian, her back slightly bent, her eyes unwavering. She faced a formidable demon resembling a monstrous green willow, who had traversed a dark path, and declared once again, "I will not abandon Nick." Vivian's eyes narrowed slightly. Despite her elderly appearance, her light brown eyes remained beautiful and clear. The gentle old woman regarded the human standing before her, seemingly fragile and vulnerable, so much so that she could unintentionally crush them. She slowly withdrew the smile from her face and her gaze turned sharp. "Jenny, do you comprehend the consequences of refusing to release Nick's hand?"

, she finished her words, licking the blood oozing out from the cut she created. “I did. Not until that horrid nullifier altered your personality. It seems like you’re the one who’s got zero ideas on your own self. Checkmate, Vista”, Zhackary again smirked at her, feeling the tip of superiority over the woman in camo. Checkmate indeed. As the young lady attempted to give the man her reply, a loud bang coming from the northeast began startling all of them— lurid rings indicate the beginning of the Utopians’ reprisal.