Villain Steal The Heroines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.” Another person stepped forward. Warrior Wolf Peotne, a woman with multiple long braids starting at her scalp and a swagger to her stride. “Is that villain Haile?” she asked, her dark eyes like daggers as they pierced into me. “False narrative, lies, betrayal… I thought Alpha Ares was dead. Or do my own eyes deceive me?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet. I had dug this hole for myself, and I knew that shouting

When the story became a tragic accident and I became the grieving friend instead of the bully who drove her there. But I hadn't stopped soon enough. And now, somewhere in this city, someone knew. Someone had the screenshots, the group chat, the proof that I was not the victim I pretended to be. The bandages tightened. The saleswoman stepped back, satisfied. "There, Miss Laurent. You'll hardly notice." I stood. I walked to the Veronique, touched the silk, felt it cold and smooth against my fingers. I will wear it. I would smile. I would dance with Xavier and hold his hand and believe every word he said because believing was easier than doubt, because trust was the only thing I had left that f

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.

“If you want his help, that’s your choice. I won’t force him into it. I do need him… but not like that.” Her eyes met Drake’s, and even though her voice trembled, there was something defiant in her gaze. “I want to take back what was stolen from me. My mother’s company Vallaire & Co. was everything she built. My father and his leeching relatives took it, like they take everything. I’m not one of them. I never was. I didn’t hurt you, Drake. I didn’t even know what happened to you until now.” She swallowed, her voice lowering. “I’m a victim too. I know what it’s like to have everything ripped away. So if you choose to help me or let Adam help me I swear to you, I’ll never get involved with any

"It’s too late. You’ve already signed your fate." A sharp slap burned across my cheek, snapping me into harsh reality. This wasn’t just a scam anymore. This was my father’s enemy. One that is a pretty big catch. And he’d found me. Damn. The new mafia ruler svcks. 'Of course.' I thought bitterly. Can’t a girl catch a break? One night of fun, and now I’m the grand prize in some villain’s twisted game. My hangover came with a side of doom. Cold steel bit into my wrists as they tied me up. A sickly sweet scent filled my nose, and I barely had time to struggle before darkness swallowed me whole.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

We first heard another noise, and there were only two beings when the two young guys had already defeated our adversaries. The footsteps rumble loudly. I couldn't help but stare at them when I finally realized who they were. Ravia and the Alchemist are whom they claim to be. Ravia, on the other hand, became metal, and the longer I stared at them, the more annoyed I felt. "I just completed building this young woman, but we're not quite through yet. I suppose we could manage to attack these intruders, though. Oh, my mistake, leave that lady alone before Wiccer comes and kills them all.”

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.