Novel & Cerita Villain Aizawa

Evelina looked toward the palace. “I don't know yet.” Her expression became determined. “But I will find out.” She turned toward Lucien. “And when I do, the truth will no longer belong to the Crown.” The people began whispering among themselves. Evelina stepped down from the platform. Lucien followed. “You just declared war on something you haven't even seen.” Evelina looked at him. “No.” A dangerous smile appeared. “I declared war on whoever thinks they can control my fate.” Suddenly— [NEW MAIN QUEST UNLOCKED.]

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.

God Elios asked her! " I am Alisha damien!!" She said. " Oh you are the one. Who is called the villainess queen!!" The graceful lady said mocking her. " Goddess Rane!!" God Elios gave her a signal to shut up. " So you are Alisha damien!! " " Yes!!" " If you are here then that means you have been dead for only few minutes. Isn't it??" " Yes and you are!!" " I am the God king Elios. "

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead. Although I drank the pesticide, I thought the character's ending would still be the same. However, I was wrong. I did not die. The pesticide seller, Terry Powell, had diluted the pesticide with water to make more profit. He even came to visit me, carrying a basket of fruit. He clutched his chest as he said, "Oh, thank goodness, I was greedy and diluted it with water! Otherwise, I'd be paying with my life right now." Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

"That is not from a host, eighth. That is from her. The blue lady. She made the case look like one of ours. She wrote your name on it three years ago, when she chose you. She placed it at the seventh cairn last year, after the seventh died. None of us left anything for you. None of us were allowed. The case is hers, and whatever is in it is hers, and if you open it she will be inside you a year before you understand she is." I am already reaching for it. Curiosity is older than caution. I learned this with my consort. I learned this with my cousin. I am, apparently, the kind of woman who does not learn it once. Vessa does not stop me. She cannot. She is only allowed to warn. She watches me l

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

“Number one, I gathered all of Harvey’s information and forwarded it to one of the Six Sword Saints, Akio Yashiro himself.” “Number two, I sent Master Fatal back to India.” Alice’s eyes lit up at Cheryl’s words. “Akio Yashiro? The sovereign of the Shindan Way?” The Thompsons had been in close contact with the Islanders, which was why she was aware of a legendary character like Akio. It was said that he was a fearsome character in Island Nations. He was able to defeat every single one of his enemies with just a single slash. If he didn’t seclude himself to achieve a higher level of martial arts, he would’ve already been invincible.

With each passing minute, Shirashi found herself growing weaker, her movements slowing as Aika's relentless assault took its toll. The Narrator watched in horror as Aika pinned Shirashi to the ground, her hands wrapping around his wife's throat. He knew he should do something, but he was frozen in place, unable to move. Aika leaned in close, her breath hot against Shirashi's ear. "You're pathetic," she hissed. "You don't deserve a man like him." With a final twist of her hands, Aika snapped Shirashi's neck, leaving her lifeless body crumpled on the ground. The villagers erupted into cheers, their faces twisted into cruel smiles.