Novel & Cerita Though I Am An Inept Villainess

I won't cry, I won't cry because I am not weak! “You don't have the right to say those words because you know nothing! We are not the enemy here, Calliope. We are just unlucky that's why we are here acting like the main antagonist in this story”, I said as I sniffed. I don't know why I have to do that when i dont even cry. She didn't say anything and she was just looking at me. I think she is weighing everything that I have said. Am I not that trustworthy? This b*tch!

A second time. The audacity is… intoxicating. As intoxicating as her stupidity. No one has that temerity. No one. Except her. This fallen duchess, this spoiled child with kitten claws, who believes her dignity is an impregnable bastion. She doesn't know that I am an expert in sieges. That I take a perverse pleasure in tearing down walls, stone by stone, until only the naked, vulnerable truth remains.

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”

I was still pissed off and wanted to be in Mani's arms but stopped when I stared down at my appearance. I had blood stains all over my body, which made me remind myself. I was the villain, not some Cuzzo Prince Charming. That was how I was trained. I have done so many dreadful things that even the devil would tremble from my sin, not to talk of Mani.

Oh God, come on. Right now, I’m on top of another employee, both our faces rigged from fighting for a dress. The other employees behind Irene looked at me with clear disdain in her eyes. Right, I was known as a villainess. I guess them seeing me as an actual villainess might have just completed my personality that’s already encoded in their minds. Evil. Unsophisticated. Unimportant. Nothing but a placeholder everyone doesn’t respect. “Mrs. Morozov!” The employee pushes me away and walks over to her, “A thief! A thief has broken in.” She points at me and I breathe in a breath of annoyance.

Deep down, Shanaya knew that her weakness was the source of their contempt, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her false friends poisoned her mind, whispering lies about Naina being the architect of her misery. Shanaya knew it was a deception, but her anger blinded her to the truth. She ran out of reasons to be good. Everyone labeled her a villainess, and Shanaya gradually embraced this identity. She transformed into a true villainess, never intending to harm Naina, but her fury consumed her. She sought to erase herself and her existence, believing that everyone would be happier without her. She knew that she was an unwanted character, a blight on the world.

I hated everyone from that realm, be it the innocent, I hated every single one of them. This woman here might be powerful, I’ve heard so much about her undeniable strength and smartness but she is in my realm which means she is an easy kill. Which also got me thinking, “why would you so foolishly come into the enemy realm unprotected” I’m sure she has a reason, she isn’t that stupid

He was what everyone called a villain, a monster yet he was proud of his work. "I am no one to judge you when I am no better. If people around you call you a villainess then I got no better title. It's the same as the thief calling out the thief." She calmed down a little. "Who knew that an innocent and gentle-looking girl like you would be so violent.

Nothing. You are Lady Baevera Sevriel Eldareth. Strong and unbeatable. Stop wallowing. But in moments like this, I feel nothing like her. I do not feel noble or pure-blooded. I do not feel powerful. I feel like a fraud. Maybe I am more Eve the Red Mask, more Vera with the snake ink, than the highborn lady I am. The female who was supposed to choose who she lifted her garments for, who she allowed into her body.

Villains didn’t fight tooth and nail just to be seen. Villains didn’t deserve everything they got. They took it. I forced my eyes open wider, studying the woman in the mirror. Her flawless eyeliner. Her peach-blushed cheekbones. The diamond choker glittering like tiny teeth against her throat. No. I wasn’t the villain. I’m a survivor.