Though I Am An Inept Villainess Novels & Stories

She wasn’t a Lupine, but I sensed that she could equally vicious, if not more so. I had made a powerful enemy. It was something I would soon regret.

) breathing in deeply before continuing his discussion. Bailey:( In the plot the villainess could be described as meek, obedience and a coward but it was all a mask. The real villainess was a twisted and burning with hatred and jealousy, and wanted to destroy everything in her of her way... So do you now understand your current identity). Bailey carefully explain all that was needed to know to her host who was eating another plate of beef stew. It looked like our MC has found the kitchen and now lunching on all the well prepared foods which was consider as the leftovers in the eyes of our MC.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

What a mindset she has she really, is the heroine. I shook my head and stared at her desperate yet innocent looking face. Her violet eyes shined as the sunlight hits over it. “I can’t do anything.” I said, dahil totoo naman talaga. Wala akong alam na sulosyon at ayaw kong makisali dahil magiging pabigat lang ako doon. And why are you asking me? I’m the villainess here. Baka kapag may sinabi ako at ginawa mo tapos napahamak ka ako payong masisi. And beside I want a peaceful life.

and I didn't have any bad blood with Gina! Gosh! If I live again if will it be in another world or inside a novel. I hope it's just the extra! the one that is useless but just decoration in the story! Or maybe a maid?! Or the one that has absolutely no use in the story because even once he didn't appear in a novel, even a shadow of him. But! Why?! Why a villain?! Not just a villainess but the most wicked dame in the kingdom! Is this my punishment for being such a lazy kid who doesn't work, or because of my stupid kinks in books?

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

I asked, a mockery-wrapped laughter erupting from my lips. "You seem to have forgotten something, though. I hate you, and I hate Amery. As long as something makes the two of you happy, I will take it away." I added, and the way he looked at me? His gaze was filled with so much hatred, so much disbelief, like he was looking at the queen of evil herself. Well, he wasn't wrong to judge me like that. I was the queen of vengeance and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. " You can paint me as the villainess. I honestly don't care. And if it makes you happy, you can call me the devil herself. " I suggested, faux kindness framing my features.

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.