Novel & Cerita Villainess Have More Fun

"Camille, I know exactly what you and Victoria are doing. I know every fake smile, every trap you set, and every lie you feed the people around me. You want me to react. You want me to fall apart, but I won’t." Hernarrowed slightly. "I’m better at this game than you think," I added, my tone sharper now. "Victoria might might be your little alliance, but trust me, I'm not backing down. I’m not afraid to fight back." She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You sound like a villain in a cheap soap opera." I gave her a slow, mocking smile. "If I’m a villain, then you must be the sidekick with a forgotten storyline."

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

She drank the bottle as she spat on the face. The man face was unseen in the camera, so no one knew who it was. Aubrey legs wobbled and in a span of seconds, everyone could see through her façade, she was a bitch only destroying other people lives she was nothing but a bitch. Verbal comments were heard next, "you are truly a bitch" "What a shame" The MC took the mic "Well, since you cheated your way to the top, you are hereby eliminated from this career, everyone would use your type as an example, you bitch" even the MC couldn't hold back his anger.

Wenny Kammal reasonably lifted up the edges of her lips. “You’re indeed a cruel, vicious and inhumane elder sister, Wenny…” quipped the mysterious girl with her disgusting laughter. “In the reunion party later on, I want that her body is enjoyed by many men, the men whom she doesn’t even know…” said Wenny Kammal with her vicious and malevolent emphasis. “And they’ll be asked to squirt their quintessence inside your younger sister’s body. Isn’t it?” quipped the mysterious girl again with her malicious laughter.

“Ah that? It was just a gift for someone. During a party like that, don't you think someone was bound to make trouble? Despite it not being a large scale party like this, I've been to quite a few banquets and parties where I was on my own and trouble came rearing its head. So I concluded that it would be the same for a banquet like this. Women who would feel uncomfortable when another woman who has a much higher power than they are shows up. And it's like their IQ goes down and they suddenly forget that if they go up to these more powerful people and bully them, then the powerful people will retaliate. So, I counted on the lowered IQ of those people, they were bound to show themselves one wa

"No matter what you do, cunt, you're never going to change the fact that my crazy bitch's boyfriend only cares about her! Get a life, jealous fuckers!" "This has Begonia written all over it," "You're wrong, Starliss," I said with a shake of my head. "Begonia will never result in childish pranks to annoy me. She's a real villainess and will rather strike with a fork than with a wooden spoon,"

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

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.

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.