Villainess Turns The Hourglass Mga Nobela at Kwento

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Before reality caught up to me, Damian’s lips claimed mine in a heated kiss. My eyes widened in shock. Holy moly! The most harmless crybaby stole my first kiss. My mind went blank. In a moment of clarity, I bit down hard, shoved him away, and scrambled for my life. Then came System’s notification once I took shelter at home. [Congratulations on completing the wicked villainess’ storyline. Only thirty minutes remain on the countdown to your return to your world.]

If he wasn't desperate to find the bitch, the man sitting across from her would never have agreed to meet here. "How can I be sure whatever is in there is real?" "Do you seriously not know who I am?" Bellie asked, genuinely puzzled that this man didn't seem to recognize her. "I don't follow entertainment news." Bellie let out an exasperated sigh. She had assumed her face was much more recognizable by now. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a heavily customized, limited-edition Rolex Lady Masterpiece with a shattered face and pushed it toward him. "I bet you remember this watch, though."

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.

Like why I’d felt a mate-bond between myself and Genevieve, when it was clear she couldn’t feel it herself. Kiara lifted her hand, holding it out for me to inspect. A golden bracelet circled her wrist, set with a small hourglass. Sand trickled from one end to the other. A silent countdown to something big—something important, perhaps. In a flash of golden light the bracelet vanished, morphing into a slender cane. The hourglass was perched on top, a few sizes larger. Enough for me to see the individual granules of sand trickling away. “Three spins of this hourglass and I can manipulate the fate of every being in this room. Do you know the power a single grain possesses?”

Prince Mathias chuckled, "This is outrageous. Are you really the lady I knew...Estelle? You used to like me, didn't you?" She cringed in disgust, hearing that name coming from his mouth. She used to feel butterflies in her stomach, but not anymore. "Yes, I used to...but what a horrible past that must have been for me..." Well, well, well... seems like it's not so bad to be labeled as a Villainess after all. It's time for her to make her move. Throwing a hateful glance at the crown prince, Lady Vienna turned around. “Leave, I don’t have time to waste.”

Jenna worked on the ring while Crimson struggled with the hourglass. “HURRY!” Elektris was hissing way more viciously than even the Gorgon sisters. The hourglass that was the Okulus had started to slip. Crimson pulled on hard. Jenna was not having any luck with Reign. The ring stuck onto the goddess's finger like glue. But the Okulus, it was sliding slowly and ever so slightly off of her arm. Sounds came from ahead of them and the faces of Andrews, Susan, Cassie, started coming into view until they were all almost there. They could take turns taking it off.

His voice was colder than I'd ever heard it, stripped of all his usual teasing and warmth. He looked up, his red eyes burning with pure, unadulterated killing intent. Jessica and Brad were instantly paralyzed by his terrifying presence, their faces turning deathly white. "Who... who are you..." Jessica stammered. Aethelan didn't answer. He just glanced disdainfully at the 'Heartbeat Hourglass' in her hand. Then, he slowly raised his own hand. CRACK. The hourglass was crushed by an invisible force. The dark red liquid inside splattered out, and the backlash of energy slammed into all the ambushers.

Through the slit window stars burned, merciless and clear. She drew the nightshade vial from her boot, rolling it between trembling fingers. *One drop can still a breath. One vial can shift a board of kings.* Yet vengeance felt distant as the moon. Instead, she uncorked it, poured a single drop onto the collar’s hinge. Metal hissed, corroding. She smiled faintly—*small steps, little star.* A low growl sounded—the shaggy hound squeezed through the bars, curling at her side like before. She rested her head against his fur.

**Author's POV** Cassandra flipped through her wardrobe and found something to put on. It was a black gown that stopped at her feet. It had pictures of ravens on the chest and a dark belt buckle on the waist. She packed her hair into a ponytail and put on a black hat. She reached for her make up kit, applied some mascara and black lipstick, checked herself out in the mirror and smiled mischievously. Today was the day she would finally get the ultimate weapon to end Scarlett for good. Scarlett had been a thorn in her flesh for a while and she would give anything to make sure the bitch was eliminated and utterly wiped from the surface of the earth.