Villainess Lives Twice Novels & Stories

“The hero from your first life may become the villain in this one.” A chill ran through me. “And the villain may wear kindness.” I could barely breathe now because suddenly every suspicion I had felt became heavier. “What if I hurt the wrong person?” I asked. My voice sounded smaller than I intended. “For revenge... what if I choose wrongly?” The doctor answered immediately. “Then your second life becomes worse than your first.” I looked down as I was instantly dumbfounded. Then I slowly asked. “What do I do?” “Two things.” I listened carefully.

No one answered immediately. The girl smiled again. “She means exactly what she said.” My stomach twisted painfully. The babies moved again. Restless. Uneasy. “From the beginning,” she continued calmly, “There were two versions of you.” My breathing became shallow. “One to live.” “One to be controlled.” My father’s voice broke. “Stop…” But she didn’t. “You were the one who lived freely.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And I was the one who was… perfected.” The Past Rewritten

They told her she should disappear. Eventually, Raven stopped posting. Stopped trying to defend herself. She disappeared from public view. And six months later, she tried to kill herself. I sat back from the laptop, my eyes burning from hours of reading. Raven had been destroyed by lies. Just like Rachel had been destroyed by Lucas's lies. Two women. Two different kinds of betrayal. Both of them dead because of it. I wondered if that was why my soul had ended up in Raven's body. Some cosmic justice. Two murdered women sharing one chance at revenge.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

He had to humiliate me, to hurt me, just to prove some twisted point. What did I ever do to deserve that? I’ve never understood why some men feel the need to assert their power in such cruel ways. It’s like they see women as objects, something to conquer or control, rather than as human beings with their own thoughts and feelings. It’s sickening, and it makes me feel so small, so powerless. “I’m so sorry, Emily,” Lizzie’s voice breaks through my thoughts, soft and filled with guilt.“I should never have asked you to bring my wallet. I didn’t know... I didn’t think...”

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.

Reaches for her robes. Whatever this is — these fragments, these deaths, this sentence written into her soul before she was born — she will not spend another seventeen years simply enduring it. The clan elders have decided this will be the year she sees the outside world. Her debut. The great revealing. The Hidden Daughter of Vaelith, finally presented to a world that has mostly stopped believing she exists. She pulls her collar straight. Adjusts the silver clasp at her shoulder. Catches her own reflection in the dark window glass — pale and still and, in the absence of careful expression, briefly, terribly tired.

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

I will have my revenge and make you all feel the wrath of Kyra the Villainess. The day had finally arrived, and just like in her first life she was going out to the garden to have tea with her mother and brother. A place where she will coincidentally encounter Kion and fall in love with him at first sight. She felt disgusted by the thought now after everything she had gone through. She was truly a very foolish and blinded child in her first life. But not anymore, she would not make the same mistake as she had the first time around. Everything was going smoothly as it had in the past. The time for their encounter was drawing nearer.