Villainess Maker Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

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Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

{Why. “Because I have questions, Roundy. Questions that only the hive mind of bored insomniacs can answer.” {I am literally a super-intelligence bonded to your soul.} “And yet you didn’t come with a search bar.” I angled the camera, snapped a quick mirror selfie (violet eyes, bed hair, silk nightgown slipping off one shoulder), and hit post: New account – need villainess advice ASAP. Transmigrated into a bitchy noble lady who’s supposed to be hated by everyone. Tips to speedrun public enemy #1 without smiling? Serious answers only.

However, the commander had mixed feelings in his eyes. I had worked with people for a long time. I wasn't a sixteen-year-old high schooler. I was a freaking thirty-one-year-old mature and accomplished woman inside the body of a skinny woman who might be in her late teens or early twenties. Aloisia was also young. How did she become a dark sorceress? This world was not kind to the dark magic practitioners. I guess every story needs a villain. But there wasn't just one villain. There were villains. My damn fate was connected to villains.

Villains didn’t fight tooth and nail just to be seen. Villains didn’t deserve everything they got. They took it. I forced my eyes open wider, studying the woman in the mirror. Her flawless eyeliner. Her peach-blushed cheekbones. The diamond choker glittering like tiny teeth against her throat. No. I wasn’t the villain. I’m a survivor.

“I won’t be the villain alone.” “You’re making yourself the villain. Not Ariana. You.” “Then I’ll be the best villain they’ve ever seen.” She starts typing. “Camille’s next article drops Wednesday. ‘The Dark Side of Ariana Vale: Former Colleagues Speak Out.’ Complete with anonymous testimonials about her ambition. Her manipulation. Her calculated climb.” “Those testimonials are lies.” “They’re narratives. And narratives are more powerful than truth.” She hits send. “There. Done. Scheduled to publish in forty-eight hours.”

"About me being spawned thanks to witchcraft and darkness?" "In a way... You see Victor and Muraco underwent a deal with a witch named Elaine, a very powerful but dark bitch that was greedy beyond her own good, she said she could enchant rings to wear so they can each watch the orb they so longed to see, but in return she wanted something back" "Okay?" "She wanted her own kingdom among vampires, the Xilian as it today became known, and she wanted Victor to turn her into a vampire, so basically her level of danger escalated, being a vampire and a witch, makes sense right?"

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.