Romans & histoires Villainess Hourglass

The Villain I pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it. Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her.

"What is that crybaby and clumsy girl up so late at night?" Since he was the only person who could enter any place in his jurisdiction without asking for anyone's permission at his palace, Viishaun had entered the hourglass and found a lady wearing a see light fabric that envelopes her from shoulder to the ground. Beneath her thin robe, a body-fitted sleep gown perfectly captured the queen's hourglass body.

The woman staring back at me was mot Elara Voss. She was taller, sharper and dngerously beautiful. Long raven-black hair cascaded down her back in thick, silky waves. Piercing silver-grey eyes glowed with an inner power that made my breath catch. Full, sensual lips parted in shock. Her , my, body was a masterpiece of curves and strength: heavy, perfect breasts that strained against the thin nightgown, a narrow waist, wide fertile hips, and long toned legs. A seductive aura radiated from her like invisible heat, making the air around the mirror shimmer faintly.

Jenna worked on the ring while Crimson struggled with the hourglass. “HURRY!” Elektris was hissing way more viciously than even the Gorgon sisters. The hourglass that was the Okulus had started to slip. Crimson pulled on hard. Jenna was not having any luck with Reign. The ring stuck onto the goddess's finger like glue. But the Okulus, it was sliding slowly and ever so slightly off of her arm. Sounds came from ahead of them and the faces of Andrews, Susan, Cassie, started coming into view until they were all almost there. They could take turns taking it off.

She would destroy every trap placed in her path. And if the world insisted on calling her a villainess... Then she would become the kind of villainess nobody could ever control again. Evelina looked at her reflection one last time. Her amber eyes gleamed with determination. “Let them think the villainess has lost everything.” A slow smile appeared on her lips. “They haven't seen anything yet.” Outside the window, the bells of the Imperial Palace began to ring. A new day had begun. And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving.

The air in the subterranean vault turned to solid ice. Grand Prince Cassian stood by the dark archway, his dark velvet cloak pooling around his boots. In his slender, pale hand, he held the crystal hourglass filled with glowing black sand, his toxic violet eyes scanning our small group with cruel amusement.

“And how many women did you destroy to climb this empire? You think putting me on a flash drive for a courtroom makes you noble?” Dorian’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. Vivienne stood slowly. “The Handler didn’t just take girls,” she said. “He gave them purpose. It was twisted. It was wrong. But at least it was honest.” Penelope spoke at last. “He branded you.” Vivienne’s hand lifted to the base of her neck. Her collar was open now beneath it, a small tattoo burned red under the LED light. An hourglass, inverted. The symbol of Velvet’s inner circle.

I took a deep breath, using my vision to observe the situation silently. It was a spacious room with a large chair on a raised platform. Sunlight came in through tall windows behind the chair, casting a golden glow on it. Beside the chair, a small hourglass sat on a table, with fine sand piled at the bottom. I guessed this beautiful lady had sat in that chair, enjoying my humiliation while I was whipped.

In the evening~ As Cressida emerged from the room, her heels clicked against the floor, drawing attention to her stunning appearance. The floor-length black gown hugged her hourglass curves perfectly, complemented by a delicate diamond necklace that sparkled against her radiant skin. A light dusting of powder enhanced her natural complexion, while wine lipstick added a touch of elegance to her soft lips. Her blonde hair was styled in a classic bun, secured with a dainty silver hairpin that added a subtle touch of sophistication.

I raised my eyes, locking onto the woman standing beside a sleek wooden desk. She looked young, in her mid-twenties, maybe. She was dressed in a fitted cream blazer and a pencil skirt with her dark hair pulled back into a neat, professional knot, but her face was completely drained of color. Wide, terrified hazel eyes stared straight at me as if she had just seen a ghost. I hated that I had noticed.