Villainess Hourglass Novels & Stories

**Author's POV** Cassandra flipped through her wardrobe and found something to put on. It was a black gown that stopped at her feet. It had pictures of ravens on the chest and a dark belt buckle on the waist. She packed her hair into a ponytail and put on a black hat. She reached for her make up kit, applied some mascara and black lipstick, checked herself out in the mirror and smiled mischievously. Today was the day she would finally get the ultimate weapon to end Scarlett for good. Scarlett had been a thorn in her flesh for a while and she would give anything to make sure the bitch was eliminated and utterly wiped from the surface of the earth.

Jessica's eyes glimmered, but she did not care. "Time's up!" Then, Caspian pointed at the hourglass. Jessica looked at the hourglass, and it was indeed just as Caspian said, all the sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass. The one minute passed by so quickly, and Jessica felt somewhat unsatisfied. Moreover, she never felt that feeling when she fought someone else. Never. Seeing how Jessica was still eager, Caspian did not even give her a chance. "The time's up! Give me the money, and I want to switch them for blood essence!"

Her servants looked terrified, hesitating for a second, but they quickly grabbed my two maids by their arms, pinning them against the wall. Willow turned back to me. Her eyes were wide, bloodshot, and completely wild. She looked deranged. She dropped to her knees right on top of me, pinning my legs down with her knees. With her left hand, she grabbed my jaw in a painful grip, while her bloody right hand picked up a long, sharp glass shard from the floorboards.

If I had been shocked before, it was nothing compared to what I felt as I looked at the beautiful silk gown that sat inside the now open box. Ever so slowly, I fingered the material, loving how soft it felt. Just as slowly, I picked it up, holding it against my body as I looked in the mirror. I realised it was an evening gown, the kind I'd seen displayed in opulent boutiques, but somehow ten times prettier. It was a mermaid style gown with a sweetheart neckline and long sleeves. The sequins on the skirt gave it an ethereal look, almost as if it were meant for an actual mermaid and not me.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

I said. "I think that should be easy" I smirked. "I will use his feelings for me to ruin him" I said and whispered to Jade "First is reputation, second, feelings. Easiest way to ruin someone" "This is so cool" she exclaimed and I laughed. I picked up my phone "Madame Lily. Wow, what a lucky day it is for me" he said over the phone. "I could say the same for me. What do you say about having lunch together" I said and smirked.

For the first time in an hour did I lift my orbs off of my phone to collide with a furious set of hooded amber eyes. Marila was an exemplar of perfection; tall she was, with prominent curves and edges. I nicknamed her hourglass for a reason. Her skin was of ivory neutral undertone, soft and smooth as a baby's butt. "Don't plug my brows bald," I said. "As I said, the shade is horrible. One might take you for a beetroot in that dress." Bennie, the beige warm undertone lass with tiny sterling grey eyes, showered a burst of hysterical laughter. "Eloïse, Jesus, that was so mean."

Before reality caught up to me, Damian’s lips claimed mine in a heated kiss. My eyes widened in shock. Holy moly! The most harmless crybaby stole my first kiss. My mind went blank. In a moment of clarity, I bit down hard, shoved him away, and scrambled for my life. Then came System’s notification once I took shelter at home. [Congratulations on completing the wicked villainess’ storyline. Only thirty minutes remain on the countdown to your return to your world.]

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

If he wasn't desperate to find the bitch, the man sitting across from her would never have agreed to meet here. "How can I be sure whatever is in there is real?" "Do you seriously not know who I am?" Bellie asked, genuinely puzzled that this man didn't seem to recognize her. "I don't follow entertainment news." Bellie let out an exasperated sigh. She had assumed her face was much more recognizable by now. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a heavily customized, limited-edition Rolex Lady Masterpiece with a shattered face and pushed it toward him. "I bet you remember this watch, though."