Villainess Maker Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

I lean closer to the mirror, applying another coat of lipstick… bloodred and unapologetic. The color bleeds across my lips, transforming my mouth into something both beautiful and lethal. My eyes are rimmed with black, making my irises look almost supernatural in their intensity. Cold. Calculating. Unflinching. These are the eyes of a woman with nothing left to lose. The thought curls my lips into a smile that doesn't reach those eyes. I step back, assessing the final product. The world wants a villain? I'll give them one they'll never forget!

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.

Force him into reactive mode and he'd make mistakes. Marcus studied me. "Vanessa, why do you really want Sebastian stopped? The truth." I thought about the woman I'd been eight years ago. Young, beautiful, convinced that using my looks for money was empowerment. Gradually realizing it was just exploitation with better marketing. "Because Sebastian creates women like I was. He finds vulnerable, desperate, or naive women and turns them into tools. Sometimes literal prostitutes like I was. Sometimes corporate honey traps and sometimes long-term plants like Patricia Walsh. Mr. Lothan, I've