Villainess Is Retiring Novels & Stories

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Only with that I won't leave any regrets behind. "Princess Belladonna is truly an admirable person with a good heart. I can tell that the future of the empire will become brighter," Countess Villiers said with a genuine smile. I could only smile at hearing her compliments. *** "Don't you dare yawn." I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from yawning. "I won't, Your Majesty."

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

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.

“There’s been a lot of buzz lately about the voice recording that went viral few days ago. In the recording, you allegedly referred to your fans as ‘puppets.’ This has caused quite a massive backlash considering they were just defending you against your ex-husband and his new wife. Can you clarify what happened?” Millicent leans back in her chair, her expression perfectly calculated and put on. “I’m glad you asked that actually,” She starts, her voice smooth and clear. “Because what’s been circulating online is not the full truth. That recording? I never said those words. The real mastermind behind this scandal is Bethany Worth.” The audience visibly stirs, and Tammy raises an eyebrow, clear

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

"You actually let a photographer capture you touching her bare skin? You just gave me the perfect weapon." She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her voice dropping into a cruel, lethal whisper. "Enjoy your little viral moment while you can, Valerie," Victoria whispered, her eyes flashing with venom. "Because this weekend at the Starlight Gala, I am going to drop those divorce papers and fertility reports right at Killian's feet. I will let the whole world know you are nothing but Damian Vance's discarded, barren ex-wife and no amount of Sterling money will ever save you from that disgrace."

In the sponsorship group chat, I notice someone has used their aid money to buy the latest LV handbag. I send a friendly reminder in the group chat, saying, "Please use the financial aid for your studies and avoid unnecessary spending just to keep up with others." Ella Lowe, the campus belle, immediately makes a post online to attack me. "He's sponsoring all these poor students because he wants to find a sugar baby! He's only doing it because he wants our bodies!" I am left stunned. For the past five years, I have never interfered with their personal lives and simply tried to help students who can't afford an education. Yet these indignant university students actually report me to th

It looked more like a high-end suite than a prison cell. Minutes later, the heavy door opened. A sharply dressed woman in her mid-forties entered. Tall, elegant, with sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes. She carried a sleek tablet and moved with the confidence of someone who held all the cards. “The public show is over,” she said calmly, setting the tablet on the table. “My name is Valeria Voss. The Blackthorns were useful tools. The world now believes the Kane empire has been destroyed. Perfect.” Sophia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Aurora tensed beside her, instinctively stepping closer so their bare hips brushed.