Villainess Reverses Hourglass Wiki Novels & Stories

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

For Isabella Vance, the sight was a constant reminder of her failure. She stood in the shadow of the East Colonnade, her fingers digging into the frost-covered stone until her nails bled. For three years, she had played the perfect Luna-elect. She had curated her scent of jasmine to mask the rot of her ambition. She had smiled while she poisoned the water with silver to ensure she was the only fertile hope for the Silas bloodline. And in one night, the "weak" omega she had tried to erase had returned as a goddess of the void, shattered the moon, and taken Silas’s heart with her into the dark. "It wasn't supposed to end like this," Isabella whispered, her voice a jagged rasp.

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

A crystal wine glass shattered against the wall. ‎Victor stood quietly nearby. ‎"The warehouse exploded and yet they're alive!!" She yelled as her voice echoed through the room. ‎ ‎"You told me there was no way they'd escape." ‎ ‎Victor calmly straightened his cuff. ‎"I said the odds favored us." ‎ ‎"You failed." ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎He looked directly at her. ‎"You underestimated Vivian." ‎ ‎Annabel clenched her fists. ‎"She's becoming a problem and a very annoying one at that."

"I refused at the right time. The pearl asks one question, eighth. Once. Late. When you are tired. When you have already given everything else. The question is not the bonding question. The question is the second question. *Will you stay.* You will know the moment when it asks. You will know because everything in you will want to say yes. *Say no.* That is the only craft I have to teach you. Refuse the second question. Refuse it even if your kingdom is on fire. Refuse it even if the man you love is dying. Refuse it especially then. The pearl will go quiet. It will not leave you. But it will go quiet, and you will sleep for a long time, and you will wake up half-mad in a trench, and you will

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

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.

She lost it immediately and I ran after her. But a lady stopped me so I punched her and flick my wand to her and perfect timing Hella hit her too. “You can have the brat.” She said and I ran to her. When I reached the room where she was her stare greeted me but I instantly cast a spell to make a barrier. At my last flick, it did hit her and her body turned into an hourglass. ‘I want to keep her,’ no one could turn her back but me. I went out and saw Hell sitting on the wrecked couch.

The curse hummed contentedly inside her, sated for now. But Giselle knew it would never truly be satisfied. Tomorrow there would be more women. New toys. Even darker scenarios. She was no longer the powerful witch who controlled others. She was the center of a growing reverse harem, a quivering, overstimulated goddess whose only purpose was to be pushed further and further until she could do nothing but beg for more. And as Lena kissed her swollen clit one last time, Giselle whispered hoarsely, a broken, blissful smile on her lips:

She had me in a mental prison. "Let Vaheed die." Venomously, she spat the drilling words that took me aback. “Die? He’s going to die? You have to tell me more than that!” I demanded while masking my vulnerability. I palmed the sides of my head, gaping vehemently. “No, I am not going to tell you anything. Just go home,” Villainess Snow intonated. "What’s the rush?” I’ll be gone by tomorrow anyway and, despite what she said, Vaheed won’t be dying on my watch. Then I remembered her powers. “You reversed time before. Please do the same for him.”