The Villianess Turns The Hourglass Novels & Stories

“Do not worry, it will not harm his physical form. This love potion will only last for three hours. That is more than enough time. As long as you are the first person he lays eyes upon when his consciousness blurs, everything will go smoothly. He will fall into your arms." Vivianne slowly extended her trembling hand. A faint, unpleasant sensation pricked her conscience as her fingers brushed the crystal vial. However, she refused to retreat. She stared at the pink liquid before gripping it tightly in her palm. “If this fails, I will still need the poison.” “Haaa, very well. But I hope you will not have to soil your hands with blood, O Jewel of the North,” the shop owner concluded with a resi

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.

Laura and Merri gasped, it was the reaction I was waiting for. “Then the treasure that he has collected at the end of the underground tunnel exit, will be taken by me. Hohoho, so Laura, you don't have to pick up the rest of the treasures." Clap. Clap. Clap. “Milady, I just realized you have the talent to be a classy villain.” “Well, I'm a villainess who wants to make baby first revenge later, so my cunning act only surfaced recently after I got pregnant. Just like I did to you, Laura. If you mess with me again, it won't be hard to destroy you. You learned your lesson, right?”

I squint as I snap my fingers, and as soon as I did, I claimed the object and gave Claudius comfort once more so that he was able to kill everyone around him and save the Alchemist. “I'm surprised that the diamond I've been attempting to grow has developed into a lovely young lady, Wiccer, or should I say Lady Rominus, and that you can never kill me, Claudius.”

Ava assured her. "okay, you two pick the remaining herbs and come back immediately. Okay?" "okay Helena" they answered in unison. Helena left them and went back to the pack house. Ava and Vivian quickly picked up the remaining herbs and started to make their way back to the pack house. On their way back, they were stopped by a huge burly male werewolf. "hey girlie. I heard you are the bitch who tried to kill our princess. You have got a lot of guts to do something like that" he said with a sneer.

What happened next was a blur, before the four heiresses could blink, they were already on the floor, it was a one sided beating and instead of the four heiresses defeating her, she had gained the upper hand, sounds of broken bones, groans and whimpers filled the arena. " Wow! She is really strong!!" Raven blurts out before she could control herself. " Yes, she is" The judges were in a daze, Gloriella had defeated four heiresses at once, just how strong was she. " The eldest miss of the Graham family wins against four!" Erada nods, she ignored the cheers as she stepped down the ring, she removed the crystal watch on her wrist before passing it to Raven, Raven passes it to Eight and Eight pas

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

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