Villainess Is A Marionette Novels & Stories

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

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.

Each person in this room was either a puppet master or a weapon. And now, I was supposed to be both. I moved like the bride I was pretending to be- that I’d been trained to pretend to be; gracious, poised, glowing. My heels didn’t falter. My smile never cracked. “Ah, the new Lady Vale.” A woman’s voice said, sharp and as chilled as wine. I turned to face Marissa Vale, Darius’ cousin. She was tall, with ice-blonde hair, and draped in silver that gleamed like moonlight on a blade. She was beautiful in the way poison often is.

She looked at Maridelle. Maridelle reciprocated her smile, but smiling even better than her. “Game. Let’s do it.” They are full of excited anticipation. Hodor is sitting on his throne; Vamoire is on his right and the inseparable Jek and Viller found a corner to embrace. Whilst Maridelle sat on the foot of his throne, she filled herself with thougths of what she could possibly do the beings she is going to feed with her blood. All of her imagination is pure evil, leaving no space for kindness. She desired for something unbeatable and could cause real terror as she plays with a newly whetted dagger on her hand.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

Zoran was silent for a while, he said hesitantly, “Chairlady Lane, you have to think this through—The Ten Villains will be very hard to get rid of.” What? “Why?” Ophelia asked. She still had two disciples in their hands. She did not know whether they were dead or alive so she had to move quickly. Susan appeared in a purple long dress making her look graceful. A few of Ophelia’s male disciples looked at Susan adoringly. Other than Ewan, this was their first time visiting the Carter mansion. They did not expect that Zoran’s wife was so pretty. She said, “Chairlady Lane, the landscape of Wicked Valley is complicated, it would be very hard to attack. Furthermore, at the entrance of the valley, t

Releasing Marielle's arm, Oscar places his palm against her shoulder and gives her a shove toward Dargo. "Here’s your toy, have fun." Marielle lurches forward, her body still moving with that strange robotic stiffness from earlier; as if her limbs don’t want to move the way they’re moving but have no choice. Looking at her face, I search for any clue that she’s conscious of what’s happening. Her expression is flat and emotionless. Her eyes are glazed over, showing no spark of life. Dargo's face pinches with distaste as Marielle shuffles toward him. At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I notice another vampire moving towards us.

I said before opening my fist as a small flame appeared in the middle of my hand, making me look at the blue flame proudly. Smiling at the small flame, I twirled my fingers before looking at Marissa, who looked back at me with wide eyes, and I couldn't help but smirk. “What did you say? You will end my life and throw me down a cliff? I don’t know why people misjudge me for those weak heroines in the movies who always get bullied and rely on the hero. I am a villainess, sweetheart. I don’t need anyone to protect me. In fact, people need to be protected from me,” I said before sighing.

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.