Though I Am An Inept Villainess Novels & Stories

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

"If you come, then you will not come." “Thinking about it, again and again, I still feel sad for the female villain, now that I intentionally help the female villain, what should I do? And if I don't help the female villain, I feel something weird." “Never mind. Take care of yourself first.” Phedra Elizabeth denies responsibility for the character. The male lead holds her in his arms. "Let's go back."

“I was once like you alone, unwanted and underestimated despite the fact that my family was wealthy and powerful, but I didn’t shrink, didn't hide, I sharpened my claws and carved out a space. My mother-in-law loathed me, hell she Still does but I didn’t care and still don’t, I made this house mine. I didn’t beg for love or kindness, I demanded respect.” She turned to leave, then paused at the doorway, her eyes narrowed on me like a hawk “It’s one thing to be beautiful, It’s another to know that in a world like this, beauty can also be a weapon, if you have the guts to wield it. I’m not on your side but I really hate to see a woman lose to a villain.” With that, she vanished. I stood frozen

Would host like to run the optional tutorial world with F ranked difficulty? "No, thanks" The last thing she wanted to do right now was to help people with their problems. She was still struggling with her new identity and not in the right mind for patience to deal with b*tchy people or she might just end up commiting murder. {Tutorial Skipped. Does the host remember anything from her original world?} The system inquired following protocol. "Nothing much. I think my name is Zhi Ruo, somehow that name is stuck in my head. And from my state and the weapon I possess, I might have been a swordswoman."

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

"You don't know the half of the things I've done. I'm an ex-assassin. I'm not just bad, I'm horrible. Red knows it too. That's why he broke up with me" "He doesn't hate you, I know that. Why else would you still be here?" I said, folding my arms. She scoffed. "I'm not a very happy person. I thought I could make new friends but Dahlia already hates me. No matter how much I try to be good, I'm just never good enough. I tried to start a conversation with Dahlia and I messed it up. I don't know.... I guess, being the villain suits me better" . "You don't know that" I said.

I shouldn’t be here celebrating with these people… But I have to show the people that I am not scared. I may be the former princess of this Empire but I will not back down from the wrong accusations that I am my father’s accomplice to all of his sins to his people and his Empire. I am not the evil one. I am much of a victim just like them. But of course, they never know about that because no one ever dared to know what kind of a person I am. I am always the misunderstood one. It’s easy to judge a person to sympathize with their feelings, right?

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

That picture wouldn't leave my mind any time soon. Not typical of a villain, huh. Exactly. I was an upholder of the principle: action speaks louder than voice. My behavior, my interest—they all were pointers that I was a unique breed of villain. It got me squealing—mentally, because I'd begun to worry I was an empty vessel. One—like the other villains—that faked the extent of their wickedness. I didn't scowl like them. Didn't dress like the devil's right-hand man. I was genuinely quirky.

It will always be her. I laugh bitterly, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, though I refuse to let them fall. Queens don’t cry. Villains don’t weep. And that’s what I am now, isn’t it? The villain of their story. The shadow behind their light. The nightmare in their perfect dream. So be it. I’ll wear the crown of thorns gladly. I’ll embrace the fire. Because at least then, I am not nothing. At least then, I still matter.