Villainess Reverses Hourglass Wiki Novels & Stories

"It does when you think you're worth more than you are." She didn’t seem to like that, but she didn’t attack me right away either. She glared at me for a few moments, trying to figure out how best to beat me. Cassie began to use her original vampire abilities, as my body stiffened and lost control. I used Horatio’s ability to rewind the effects on my body so that she could no longer control my blood. Every time she would try, I would do it over again. She seemed confused, as she could not control me like she wanted.

For the first time since I had embarked on my quest for revenge, I felt as though I was reclaiming my power not just as a businesswoman but as a woman who had lost so much yet had emerged stronger. As we laid out a plan to counter Andre’s potential attacks, I felt hope flooding back into my veins like warmth chasing away the chill of winter. We made a pact to confront our pasts and our enemies together, meticulously drawing up strategies and formulating defenses against the lurking threat. In that moment, as we began to weave our dreams and ambitions into a realistic fabric, I realized that revenge wasn’t just about destruction; it was also about building anew brick by brick, layer by layer.

The mirror didn’t lie. I stared at my reflection, watching as the woman I once was disappeared before my eyes. The emerald dress clung to me, a perfect fit, accentuating every curve with an elegance that demanded attention. A masterpiece of silk and temptation, whispering promises of power and vengeance. My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, but I steadied myself. There was no room for weakness tonight. Tonight, I was two people.

The woman who had stood in front of me that night, chin held high, confidence radiating from every pore, was now nothing more than another scandalous headline. At first, it almost felt funny. The way she had walked in that night, making everyone second-guess themselves. Even me. The way she had acted like she was still in control, like she still had power. It had been a façade, a carefully crafted lie to make herself look more powerful than she was. And now, all of that was crumbling. I kept scrolling, going through blog after blog, reading the same story over and over. Clarence’s empire was built on a house of cards. And it was crashing down, piece by piece. Someone must have tipped them of

"Three days to watch everything you've built crumble, to feel the hunger return, to remember what you truly are. And then you'll come to me willingly, grateful for the relief I offer from this pretense of humanity." She turned to leave, her midnight gown flowing around her like liquid shadow, but paused at the threshold to deliver one final blow. "And you, little seamstress, will have the privilege of watching the man you think you love transform back into the monster he was always meant to be. Perhaps then you'll understand the futility of trying to change what cannot be changed." With that, she vanished into the darkness beyond the door, leaving behind only the scent of winter roses and th

I make sure it’s permanently deleted even on the cloud and completely wiped off even on the back ups and then I bolt, running to my room and locking the door behind me. I take deep breaths trying to calm myself down and finally processing what’s been happening under my nose. My mother is being poisoned by the Haistings. Even though I knew Clare was evil I never would have thought she was this type of evil. After everything this family has done for her. I have done for her. she still has the nerve to do this. I mean most of the things happened after my mother got sick so I guess their plans are working. I wonder if my mother knew she was being poisoned by someone she considers her best friend

“And how many women did you destroy to climb this empire? You think putting me on a flash drive for a courtroom makes you noble?” Dorian’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. Vivienne stood slowly. “The Handler didn’t just take girls,” she said. “He gave them purpose. It was twisted. It was wrong. But at least it was honest.” Penelope spoke at last. “He branded you.” Vivienne’s hand lifted to the base of her neck. Her collar was open now beneath it, a small tattoo burned red under the LED light. An hourglass, inverted. The symbol of Velvet’s inner circle.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

“You expect an insane, curse-hurling witch to be precise about her timing? I’m sure the curse was only approximately ten years, give or take a couple of months on either side.” My stomach was in my throat as we dashed through the corridor to the opposite wing and entered the small room with the enchanted hourglass. A single drop of the crimson liquid hung suspended between the upper and lower sections of the double-heart. “No!” I screamed as it dropped, creating a tiny splash when it joined the larger pool in the bottom half. Everything around me seemed to turn to slow motion, the deafening rumble muted as terror gripped my chest. Xavier, Lysander, and Kaelen dropped to the floor—lifeless. J

The floor to ceiling mirrors of the master suite reflected a silhouette that no longer bore any resemblance to the broken woman who had escaped the Vance estate. Exactly ninety days had passed since Vivienne Vane walked away from the chemical filters and the dark basement rooms. Standing under the soft, ambient lights of the Thorne Estate, her posture was entirely restored, sleek, toned, and radiating a dangerous, sharp vitality. Her skin was flawless, catching the light with a luminous glow that completely erased the memory of her illness, and her dark eyes flashed with an intense, lethal intelligence.