Villainess Hourglass Novels & Stories

“But I need you to trust me.” Vivienne closed her eyes. “I do.” After the call ended, Vivienne stood at the window, staring out at the city she had once believed was untouchable. Glass towers. Bright lights. Illusions of permanence. Her phone buzzed again—this time from Helena. Helena: We have a window. One chance. Vivienne’s pulse quickened. Vivienne: Tonight? Helena: Now. ⸻ The boardroom felt different after dark.

she took him and after twisting his ankle, she left him there paralyzed, she looked at his men who were astonished, she smirked as she walked out of course they didn't dare touch her after seeing what she did to their master. Unfortunately for her, she was being trailed "oh, they dared messed up with master's woman" The mysterious woman said to her self as she fled going to report the message to whom she was asked, that was the beginning of all the man's problems. ====== ========== ========== ======== ===== After selecting the ingredients, Maddison soon got busy preparing the dishes, she smiled internally as she baked it done. Of course she just lived a free life yet it wasn't close to what

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.

The heavy, antique mirror in the penthouse bedroom reflected a woman who had completely, irreversibly shed her armor. I stood before the glass, smoothing the diaphanous, liquid-gold silk of my evening gown over my hips. It was a dress designed not to blend into the shadows, but to catch and magnify every single fracture of light in the room. The plunging neckline and the bare expanse of my back were unapologetic. I was no longer the cautious, deceptive journalist hiding behind oversized sweaters and a fabricated identity. I was Cassandra Monroe, the voice of the Advocate, and the partner of the Master of Elysium.

Was this b*tch crazy? “Miss Vanderbilt, I’m afraid your memory seems to be a bit foggy. Didn’t you willingly offer $150,000,000, just last month, to have me poached from Luxella? If Vaenna Jewelry has no intention of respecting me, then we can forget about our collaboration.” Everyone was stupefied! Maisie turned out to be the internationally-renowned jewelry designer, Zora! Willow looked shell-shocked. “Impossible. How could you be Zora!?”

His aunt, Lady Valeska Maelis, matriarch of House Maelis and his father’s sister, regarded him with cool detachment. She wore a gown of midnight silk that seemed to absorb the light around it, making the silver thread embroidery along its edges appear to float in darkness. Her hair, the same pale lilac as Mavros's own, was arranged in an elaborate series of braids that coiled around her head like a crown, each adorned with tiny silver beads that clinked softly as she moved. At her throat, a short necklace of polished obsidian glinted, and on her fingers, rings of office for each of the guilds under Maelis control caught the light. Mavros hesitated, weighing his options. Lying to Lady Maelis

Household Veythar, from the kingdom of Hamstung, was also present. Jazell had her hands in front of her, one on top of the other gracefully. The red gown she wore clung to her from her waist up to her chest. The bottom was flared. The gown was sleeveless but was enveloped with a long cape-like jacket with the same design as the gown; it had long sleeves. Her shirt blonde hair had a side parting, the black diamond earrings she wore dangled on her ear, and her blue eyes had the unswerving gaze of a hawk.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

"Did you really think we were being nice to a newbie out of the kindness of our hearts?" Brad laughed menacingly. "Stupid little girl. You were never one of us. You were just the lamb we were fattening for the slaughter." "What do you mean?" I took a step back, my heart starting to beat irregularly. "I mean," Jessica said, raising an hourglass-shaped magical item filled with a dark red liquid, "it's time to harvest." The live comments went insane. [OMG! THAT'S A HEARTSEEKER HOURGLASS!] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses!]

"And what kind of werewolf supremacist are you to use witch-made bombs? Why not use werewolf-made, hm? Not good enough for you?" "The hourglass is shifting," Seraphina said. "It's emotions are magic, too. Speak to the crowd, Grace. Speak to Mooncrest. Any weakness buys us time." I looked at the hourglass, noting a bit of the sand had slipped out of the bottom. It wasn't a lot, but somewhere, someone was listening to me.