Villainess Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

XD She was the original Villainess from the novel after all. Almost every main characters in this story have a deep background story. But, I'm going to reveal it all little by little! Have a pleasant day! <3333

She stayed still that way and a drop of tear flow down her cheek. Doxie and the sorcerer looked confused but said nothing. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and wiped her tears. She needed more answers cause she wasn't satisfied at all. What really happened? Is she really not in control of her story anymore? Is Keisha now on the verge of revenge? "Have I being a bad person?" she asked in a whisper. All she thought she did was write a story. She never had an idea that it would one day turn against her and she would be the victim of a revenge plot by her female lead.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

Leaving only the silence and darkness, until. “YOU ARE A WITCH!” “YOU ARE A CHILD OF A DEVIL!” “GO TO HELL!” “LEAVE US ALONE!” “CURSED ONE.” Words that she suddenly hears. Curses and tone are like a blade, inflicting those emotional wounds that are worst than a mortal one. A past, a memory an utter painful truth that are the perfect ingredients of making that perfect villainess in every story. This time, it might be that person who is her rival.

She's prettier than Evelyn and Vanessa combined, tall and possess an elegant aura. "Annabelle, I just can't understand. The evils lately keep increasing. There's one villain eating unborn fetuses in M city, another sucking blood of virgins till they almost die in Doe city and now here in Y city- another unknown villain who wants both mother and child dead with the husband's bad reputation?" Andre just couldn't put his finger on the matter. "Who was it or rather who are they? Who are those people bent on destroying the balance and throwing each city into chaos?"

Reaches for her robes. Whatever this is — these fragments, these deaths, this sentence written into her soul before she was born — she will not spend another seventeen years simply enduring it. The clan elders have decided this will be the year she sees the outside world. Her debut. The great revealing. The Hidden Daughter of Vaelith, finally presented to a world that has mostly stopped believing she exists. She pulls her collar straight. Adjusts the silver clasp at her shoulder. Catches her own reflection in the dark window glass — pale and still and, in the absence of careful expression, briefly, terribly tired.

Damien took Victor’s place behind me and slammed back inside my pussy in one violent thrust, making me scream. “Yes! Fuck me!” I moaned shamelessly, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. Damien fucked me even harder than Victor had — deep, punishing strokes that made my whole body jolt forward. Every time he bottomed out, I felt his balls slap against my swollen clit. Victor knelt in front of me, fisted my hair and fed me his cock again, forcing me to taste my own juices while Damien railed me from behind. “Look at you,” Victor groaned, fucking my face. “Getting passed around like a cheap whore. This is what you were fantasizing about, isn’t it? Two men destroying your holes?”

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.