Villainess Lives Twice Novels & Stories

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.

“Big deal! Maybe you should reflect on yourself, Ms. Markham. Your condition doesn’t allow you to have children. For all we know, you might have let more than your hair down during your younger days, and that’s on you.” Krystal was already seething with rage, and Dale’s remark didn’t help with the situation. Following a rush of blood to the head, she gripped Dale by the throat. “I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? I’m going to kill you!” Pinned against the wall, Dale uttered in a struggle, “Go ahead. Kill me. I suppose it’s worth having company in the afterlife…” Her anger lifted as reason returned. It took a lot of hard work to get where she was today, and the last thing sh

At the time, she had smiled while saying it; tonight, her voice had been quieter. “She used to say things like that,” I said. Lucian waited. “In the other life.” His attention settled more firmly on me. “Used to?” “Celeste liked making me sound irrational whenever I questioned Damien. It was one of her favorite ways to make me doubt myself.” “And you think tonight was the same thing?” “Yes.” “You sound certain.” “I am trying to be reasonable.” “That is not the same thing.” I gave him a tired look. “You want me to accuse her of remembering another life because she used a sentence she could easily have used before?”

she had already done it, and while her eyes were losing light, he could see ridicule in them. “She has all my powers, and more...“, were the last words, in her torn and bloody mouth. Darian was disgusted with her so much, that he could kill her again, in the worst way there was, but, it was too late. Sila already had an heiress, which needed to be destroyed, fast, until she gained power and started a new bloodshed, which must never be repeated.

"But Val, no one will kill their parents. I can't kill my own father, what do I have to gain if I do that? This brings me to ask, what was the actual reason you married Cillian so quickly? I can agree to the fact that Cillian had a hand in what happened to our parents and Jaxson but... don't you think you may have connived with him to spite me? I've thought about it so many times. But why? Father treated you so well to the point that I was jealous of the relationship between the two of you. How could you..." I tossed my phone away immediately, the device bouncing off the far wall. "The fuck!!!" I paced the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. She had turned the entire narrative upside d

In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband. But Gwyneth wasn’t that woman. Not anymore. ‘I just died, I cannot die again.’

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

"I can see it in the way he looks at his phone. I can see it in the way he treats me like a stranger. You are so good. You are an angel. No wonder he prefers you over a liar like me." Sarah stood up and walked over to me. She sat on the edge of the stool near my feet and took my shaking hands in hers. Her skin was warm and soft. "I am not an angel, Maya. I am just a woman who lost her best friend. Mark was my life. We were going to grow old in this house. We were going to travel. We didn't have children yet because we thought we had all the time in the world." She squeezed my hands. "When he died, I thought my life ended too. And then I found out about the two of you. It was like he died twi

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.