Novel & Cerita Villainess Defeat

I start to laugh in a murderous tone. My beautiful, Impulsive, Vanessa finally got the better of me and drove me to lose control for a split second… 'You wait, amore mio. I will come back to claim you one final time, my little firecracker and I won't take no for an answer.' I think to myself with a sly smirk forming on my face.

But now, with a clearer head, she realized something terrifying. This Serena Blackwood... she was nothing like the rumors. It wasn't a disguise. Serena *was* cruel, vicious, and manipulative. But no one ever said those traits couldn't coexist with terrifying intelligence and deep strategy. Serena Blackwood was a monster with the mind of a demon. Deep, unfathomable, and dangerous. The more Liuying failed to read her, the more her fear grew. But if she could follow a monster like this... perhaps her destiny could finally be in her own hands.

Some people even photoshopped funeral portraits of her and mailed them to her house. And after everything she’d done, she had pushed herself all the way to the bottom of public opinion. There was nowhere left for her to hide. “Damn, her progress just got wiped to zero. The system has to be furious.” “Is it going to unbind from her? She’s vicious, but honestly kind of dumb.” “One binding per world, right? I’ve never seen what happens when the mission fails.” “Don’t do this, man. This livestream is the only thing getting me through my boring life.”

Richard preferred to lose his business throne rather than touch Vanessa ever again. Vanessa stared at her own reflection in the wet windowpane. Her beautiful face looked exhausted, lined with a profound sense of defeat. All the dirty plans, coercion, and intrigues she had meticulously built over the years collapsed completely in a single night. That man would never look at her, even if she were the only woman left on earth. "Damn it... I give up," Vanessa whispered softly, her voice breaking into a bitter chuckle laden with resignation. She gulped down the rest of her champagne, then grabbed her handbag. For the first time, the cunning woman walked away without looking back, accepting her ab

A hell which Scarlett had contributed to. I blinked back the tears as I stared at the last piece of my revenge, watching her now knelt grovelling at my feet pathetically, and knew what needed to be done. I had to do this. Alone. “No... I can do this.” Victor’s reply came only in the form of a kiss to my cheek, the sparks erupts where his lips touched my skin, and he stood back to let me proceed. It gave me the strength I needed to finally end this.

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

She inched closer to my face with hard eyes, “I'm not allowing any of my children to go near that cursed pack. Nobody will step into Sephora hills, especially not you Diane and my decision is final.” I scoffed in spite, “So we're just going to sit back and continue wallowing in our defeat?” “They never defeated us…” “They did. You don't call it defeat but I do so. I was the victim of not only betrayal, but defeat as well.” I never meant to crack, but I couldn't help it.

Anna's chest heaved with exhaustion when she stared at her defeated opponent and said, “Surrender, Giselle. You lose.” Giselle's eyes glistened with tears of hatred when she saw her situation. She had been trained by the best military mentors of the Great Landmark, and her fighting skills had been praised countless times. She simply could not endure the disgrace and humiliation of the thought of losing to a submissive wolf!

I said, because subtweets are for peasants. Her face changed then…not into anything human, but more like someone peeling an orange and revealing sludge. On the other hand, the sorceress turned, the look of defeat vanishing in her eyes and in its place, a victorious smile. “Ah,” she purred, “maybe we aren’t doomed after all.” Lila growled, stumbling forward like she wanted a dramatic entrance and then crashed into the kind of threats that make you want to roll your eyes so hard your skull clicks.