The Villianess Turns The Hourglass นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

she said to her. Vasilisa frowned. "Not what?" "Gosh, no wonder she has so many naked women in her grimoire," Cassandra muttered to herself as she hurriedly put on her jacket. "She's a fairytale creep." "Don't ever go without it again." The Czarevna handed the Gracelin dagger back to her. Cassandra took it and fastened it into her belt. She was still trembling, but her face blushed hotly under Vasilisa's piercing stare.

Luna, the most difficult of them all. Mrs. White turned the hourglass over there and loudly said, "Before this hourglass falls out of the sand, you must comb your masters' hair and make-up. Until time runs out, we'll find out who's been eliminated and who's worthy to be Curie's maids! "

一 I don't understand 一 She replied quietly. 一 Yes, you understood. I was listening to all your talk, you are the worst kind of people, I don't know what you want, but here, you won't get it. 一 He said with disgust and then a waiter passed by and on impulse, I grabbed a glass of wine, I didn't even drink. It looked like a scene from a movie, where the villain to intimidate the girl, ends up spilling some liquid on her that makes her run and that's exactly what happened. Wine was spilled on her white dress and an "O" formed in my mouth, it was pure theater.

“The rules are simple, you spin, ask whoever truth or dare. Ophelia from Ward three is a truth-teller, so if you lie, you’ll owe all of us a nude dance.” He winked at Naz and she physically recoiled. A giggle I couldn't stop came through, she would kill him if he gave her that look again. Viviane smiled, already excited. Leon stood up, squatted next to the bottle as he blew on his hands. Possibly for luck. He positioned the bottle to Nazeera before moving it in a fast spin. Nazeera was going to kill him, and I had a feeling she was going to enjoy it. Slowly, it stopped at Ivella, Leon had a disappointed look but masked it.

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

“That’s…” “The Broken Hourglass,” Naeria whispered. “The last breath of the first god. Time, undone.” --- A voice echoed around them. Old. Hollow. Soft. > “Who steals what was never theirs must answer what was never asked.” Rowan raised his sword. Naeria lifted a ward. And from the shadows— A figure emerged. --- It had no face. Just rings of time spiraling across its skin. Its body ticked like a clock. Its fingers dripped sand.

Her grin made him shiver. He had a gut feeling that this emerald-eyed lady was crueller than the other two. She reached into her blouse, taking out a slim black case from her cleavage. Opening it, she made him see what it contained. Vilian paled after he saw a bunch of long needles, neatly arranged. “With my special ‘skills’, I guarantee that even a mountain will grow a big, strong dick,” she told him, leaning forward, her face close to his. He began to blink repeatedly with his gaze averted. “G-go away,” he managed to say, teeth locked.