Villain Of A Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You better be joking. Why wouldn’t she be? Did you kill her overnight?” I frowned at him. “That’s not… Look at who’s mad at me for keeping secrets. You knew exactly what monster Kai was and yet you didn’t tell me. I figured out the hard way by watching him suck the life out of Ophilia.” “Kai’s demon side has never been a secret. He is half Kryvan, half human. Everyone knows this.” “Everyone except us apparently.” Naz glared. “That’s because you are the only two who haven't particularly gone on their knees to beg him to suck from them. It’s like a trophy if Kai sucks from you.”

Julian Pierce could never wrap his head around it. How could a face as delicate and breathtaking as a blooming lily hide a heart as venomous as a viper’s? Vicious. Ruthless. Extravagant. Absurd. These were the words he had spat at Serena Blackwood in the past. He couldn't fathom why, despite his open loathing, rumors persisted that he was the one her inner wolf pined for. They said she had pushed the Prime Beta’s daughter into a freezing lake, nearly drowning her, just because the girl had a tentative mating agreement with him.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

A villain, really. The word ‘villain’ had me jolting in surprising. I was gradually accepting my fate that I entered a book world but did I become a book villain? A villain would either die at the end of the story or be cast out of the pack in humiliation, neither of which appealed to me. Wait, no way! Was I heading down a path to death again!? No, I got a new life and thought I would live a long and fulfilling life and then die of old age! If truly Selene was the villain, then I had to find a way to change her/my fate.

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?

She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. Tired. Her attitude was very relaxed, as if Will was really an ordinary work partner of hers, rather than the ex- girlfriend I heard, dared to take home, and made trouble in the house. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. It seems that I can find a little bit of my past in the heroine, but if I think about it carefully, I can see how we are similar.

He made off with the last of the valuable antiques and jewelry from the Sutherland residence, as well as all the wedding gifts received during the wedding ceremony, and vanished without a trace. Zoe completely fell apart. She searched everywhere for Jaiden like a madwoman but found no trace of him at all. She spent her days drinking herself numb and slept under highway overpasses. Those in the comment section were stunned as well. "Is this supposed to be the charming male lead? His character's completely ruined!" "Zoe can't even be called the female lead at this point. Waylon is the true male lead now—and whoever he chooses becomes the female lead!"

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

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.