The Villianess Reverses The Hourglass Novels & Stories

"What is that crybaby and clumsy girl up so late at night?" Since he was the only person who could enter any place in his jurisdiction without asking for anyone's permission at his palace, Viishaun had entered the hourglass and found a lady wearing a see light fabric that envelopes her from shoulder to the ground. Beneath her thin robe, a body-fitted sleep gown perfectly captured the queen's hourglass body.

The silence struck harder than a bullet. One thousand eyes looked at Liana as she moved down the aisle. Velvet carpet swallowed the whisper of her heels. Her gown shone like an illusion, a silk prison that sparkled under suspended chandeliers like moons in sorrow. Gasps spread through the crowd like music. Too tall. Too human. Too wrong. Lady Virello's fan slipped from her fingers. Smooth wood struck marble with a sudden, ringing crash. Her husband, Lord Virello, leaned forward in his chair, nostrils flaring, lips trembling with strained indignation.

BRING IT TO THE SHADOW MARKET AT MIDNIGHT, OR THE BATTERY WILL BE DRAINED TO ZERO. Verina looked down at the obsidian ring on her finger, the stone feeling like a piece of frozen fire, she realized then that the "Stolen Night" hadn't been about a contract, or a marriage, or even a corporate merger. It had been about a transfusion that was twenty years in the making, and she was the only one who could decide if the Vane legacy ended with a whimper or a world-shattering explosion.

Migara butt in to cut their conversation which is about to turn into an argument as it always have been. Archer folded his arms in his chest and Vivienne looked away. Migara didn't help but hide a grin, she knows fate would always find its way and unfold itself. Time is running out for the Huntsman who chose to reject his fate and everything will soon be unveiled to the naive princess to knows nothing about herself. Migara did her part. She completed her spell and let Vivienne drank the possion she created. One more minute and she found her visitors on their way to the palace to attend the annual ball.

The severed tendril screamed—a wet, human sound—and regrew thicker, barbed with subway tokens that spun like buzz-saws. “MOVE!” Lila bellowed, flare gun blazing. She fired point-blank into a vein cluster; the phosphorus round detonated, white fire blooming, incinerating three tendrils in a heartbeat. But the ashes coalesced, reforming into a hand—Victor’s hand, fingers elongated, nails red—reaching for her face. She ducked, rolled, came up with a rebar spear and rammed it through the palm. The hand clenched, crushing the rebar, then yanked Lila off her feet, dragging her toward the nearest grate.

Adrian instinctively raised the Pen of Endings. The white seed in his other hand pulsed like a heartbeat. The woman stepped backward. "Don't fight them." Adrian looked at her in disbelief. "They're destroying everything." "No." "They're searching for something." The shadows suddenly stopped moving. Hundreds of blank faces turned toward Adrian at the same time. Silence fell once more. Then— One shadow stepped forward. Unlike the others, it carried an enormous hourglass. Instead of sand... Tiny glowing letters flowed from the upper glass into the lower one.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

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.”

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

"what do you get in return, because I don't believe you're so selfless to want to help me. What did they do to you?" I squeezed my hands into fists under the table, trying to control the fury burning through me, "In exchange, the child goes back to his mother. Do we have a deal?" Rhys' eyed me carefully, "What's your deal with the mother?" "Do we have a deal or not?" "Who are you?" He asked instead of responding. "My name is Tessa Jarvais, that's all you need to know for now," I told him, my voice hard.