Today The Villainess Has Fun Again Novels & Stories

A few scattered comments drifted across my vision. [Honestly, the villainess is kind of pitiful…] [Pitiful? Seriously? Are you even seeing what's happening? Of all people, you feel bad for the villainess?] [Tell me about it. The male lead shouldn't have let her off so easily. Maisie clearly wasn't happy.]

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

Reyn's hand fell to his side as he glared at Zale. I stood between them, all three of us naked. Ahhh, two hot male leads, with huge—no, no, no, two hot male leads are fighting over me, this is a dream, I thought, giggling mentally, but keeping a worried facial. But I am the villainess here, isn't this occurring too fast? Trust should be hard to build. But this is a fictional world; anything is possible, I thought, my head turning from side to side, swooning over the muscular bodies.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

If you’ll attend her show. Of course. Of course they’d figured it out. The narrative was already forming. I could see it: Billionaire CEO’s discarded wife rises from ashes to build fashion empire. The wronged woman. The phoenix. The revenge story everyone loved. And I’d be cast as the villain. The man who threw away a diamond to chase after glass. Another text. Vivian this time. **Vivian:** *Just saw something interesting. Call me.* I called. She answered immediately.

After sending it, I turned off my phone and went to shower. Hot water poured over my face. I could not tell whether it was water or something else. The comments said: [Ahhh, the villainess is so clear-headed!] [Lucas Rhodes is divorced too? What kind of divine meeting is this?] [The male lead is starting to reminisce. Too late now.] [The villainess said it so well. She doesn't miss poverty. She misses that person.] [I suddenly think the villainess and Lucas are a great match.] [Don't rush. Let things unfold.]

And finally have a chance to get over madame Browne and repay back all my favors at once. It was going to be easy, ruining an event was also in my field of expertise and I was ready to bring back the hidden part of my self. It felt good to be the villain, I get to finally make other's suffer. To watch them build up something and just walk in and snap it into pieces. Watch out, Ella McKinney for your doom is just a week and a half away! Hahahaha.

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

Loudly snapped the leader of the attacking criminals. "Pfft... You've already defeated villain! There's nowhere for you to run!" Vallen mocked. She was trembling and scared out of her mind. But I don't know what made her so bold as to impersonate someone in control of her life. Bang! "Shut up! You have a sassy mouth, too, you damn woman!" The leader growled. His hand again grabbed Vallen's mouth roughly. And he slapped her. Plak! Fresh blood oozed from the corner of Vallen's sweet lips. But Vallen still showed a mocking face. "Do as you, please. You've lost!" Vallen said.