Novel & Cerita Villainess Maker

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

Maeve's hands shook as she kept scrolling. Someone had made memes. Her face photoshopped onto gold-digger stereotypes, alongside captions like "From psych ward to penthouse" and "Mental illness or master plan?" T*****r was a cesspool. @RealTalkRachel: Maeve Sullivan is what happens when you let damaged women manipulate successful men. She saw a mark and took her shot. @FeminismFirst: Actually, this is what happens when society gives women no options except to attach themselves to wealthy men for survival. The real villain is capitalism.

she tried to restrain herself from yelling out loud cause that would make the servants run in and she wanted to settle whatever he wants from her that moment without anyone around. "If you wanted to know, then you would have come as I told you to. I told you to come up to the roof top as I was ready to tell you everything." "Well I can't just go up there alone and met you. What if you kill me?" He smirked, "I marked you and you are the only one who can help me right now so why would I want to kill you?" He returned her question. "Cause you are the villain and would surely want me so I will make you even more powerful." she replied and went on, "You can just tell me what you want now."

It's just an illusion. I blinked, but the scene in front of me didn't disappear. It was real, but I realized what he meant. His words gave me a little strength to believe in myself. Esther is a manipulator, a witch, and a vampire. She is the perfect combination of all the features of a perfect villain. She doesn't have to force people to do what she wants.

pinasaya niya ang tinig at tinapik pa ang balikat nito na agad ikinasira ng mukha nito. 'Problem solve.' she is a Veraniel and a clever one. The shallow brain of this psychopath is easy to reverse according to her favor. "Huh! I will never play the villain role here... you see I'm the favorite grandchild and there's no way I would do something ridiculous especially when it will benifit you!" inis nitong sabi sabay irap sa kanya at tuluyan ng iniwan siya. Malalim siyang napahinga tanda ng kapanatagan, "Wooh! that was close,"

He had recruited Viper, the orphaned prodigy from the French cyber-intelligence corps. Trained her - Funded her - Weaponized her. But she had other plans. She watched both empires rot – and decided to build her own from the ashes. “She doesn’t want revenge,” I whispered. “She wants to *erase* both of our names. Make herself the author of a new legacy”. Damien stared at the web on the wall. “She’s not our enemy because of what she did”, “She’s our enemy because she’s what we could’ve become”,

I wondered what it would be like to truly be loved by her, would I have been a different man if she had? Closing my eyes I remember the rage I had felt as I had poured over the research she had kept from me and one thundering realisation rattled through my mind. I was not her maker, she had denied me that, the devious little bitch, even as a human she was sharper than anyone I had ever met. She was a full blooded witch, I had fucked her relentlessly for the first five hundred years of marriage there was no way, with the indisputable research she had collected that we would not have had a child if I was truly her maker. A plan had hatched that very night, a plan to manoeuvre the chess pieces

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.