Villainess Maker の小説・ストーリー

“So it’s like this, darling. About half an hour ago, that girl in the scandal with you? She went live on I* to do some 'explaining.' She went on this long rant about how everything went down. She said she’s already broken up with her husband and they just got divorced. And then she lied to her husband about being pregnant! She wasn't actually pregnant, see? She just wanted to trap him so he wouldn't divorce her. And then, by pure coincidence, our sweet Tham happened to walk by, so she dragged you into it just to make her ex jealous. And she was all, 'Oh, I didn't think anyone would film it, I didn't mean to,' and all that.” Hearing that Kajarin had tricked everyone into thinking she was preg

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Duke Raziel did that…for her? ~~~~~~~1300 years ago~~~~~ "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera, the villainess said to the crown prince. She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. She dedicated her whole life to bullying Princess Avelina, stalking the crown prince, and now she successfully killed the female lead. But she felt empty. "I said kneel." She said to the vulnerable Crown Prince in front of him. The Crown Prince, Prince Mathias looked at her like she had gone crazy. "Are you happy now? You killed my fiance, the love of my life. But now that she’s gone, I still would not love you.”

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

“Ah that? It was just a gift for someone. During a party like that, don't you think someone was bound to make trouble? Despite it not being a large scale party like this, I've been to quite a few banquets and parties where I was on my own and trouble came rearing its head. So I concluded that it would be the same for a banquet like this. Women who would feel uncomfortable when another woman who has a much higher power than they are shows up. And it's like their IQ goes down and they suddenly forget that if they go up to these more powerful people and bully them, then the powerful people will retaliate. So, I counted on the lowered IQ of those people, they were bound to show themselves one wa

MAIKA: “Neither did I when I gave birth to Caveen. But fate doesn’t ask for permission.” He stood and paced to the fireplace, staring into the flames. ALARIC: “Then what am I, Lady Maika? A monster wearing human skin?” MAIKA (calm but firm): “No. You are an anomaly—one who shouldn’t exist. The seal on your blood was cast by Queen Vantessa of the Carellos, my aunt. She was the most powerful witch of her time. That seal wasn’t meant to break. Someone undid it. Deliberately.”

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

And even if she convinced the others to break the system… who would believe her when they saw her as a soul harvester, and worse, with every death by her hands? The system would reward her and announce it in a manner similar to an Oscar award, painting her as the perfect villain.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin