Villainess Turns The Hourglass Novels & Stories

Vashi was losing her mind; she didn't know when she started confessing. “Oh! I see! You tried to poison the king, but I ended up drinking the wine…” Jazell puts the puzzle together. Vashi snarls… “Come to me, my little pet.” She murmurs under her breath. calling on Viper while whispering low enchantments. Jazell watches her with an unswerving gaze. “Are you looking for this?” Jazell says, feigning a sad tone, as she takes two steps sideways, revealing a box that has been hidden behind her.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

The little girl’s guardian howls the original’s desire. “I will as you speak.” Understanding as she took the command, the hourglass that she flips as the tie continues, she assures, “Until that time comes, I’ll be the seer of the Princess shard existence.” Taking the promise from her exchange of sacrifice, the void slowly vanishes as so as that little girl’s sinister smile. Taking a deep breath as the play ended. To the laid warning from the parallax that was set, the words tempting yet amusing. The cross paths that are needed to set. The game had finally started.

I squint as I snap my fingers, and as soon as I did, I claimed the object and gave Claudius comfort once more so that he was able to kill everyone around him and save the Alchemist. “I'm surprised that the diamond I've been attempting to grow has developed into a lovely young lady, Wiccer, or should I say Lady Rominus, and that you can never kill me, Claudius.”

I said. "I think that should be easy" I smirked. "I will use his feelings for me to ruin him" I said and whispered to Jade "First is reputation, second, feelings. Easiest way to ruin someone" "This is so cool" she exclaimed and I laughed. I picked up my phone "Madame Lily. Wow, what a lucky day it is for me" he said over the phone. "I could say the same for me. What do you say about having lunch together" I said and smirked.

Well, to be honest, I was pretty pumped myself. Soon, a pretty shady lady walked into the sitting room. She carried a bag and hung a backpack. That was my mate. My Elara! She wore a black jeans and a Lilac coloured armless shirt, revealing the upper part of her shoulder and breasts. Though she still looked slim and shady, she was perfect! I knew that today was different. The energy today was far from the other days. Everything seemed to be synchronising perfectly; a beautiful morning air, my favourite morning meal, a family breakfast and now, my mate was here to spice things up.

The vault didn’t just lock; it reconfigured. The rows of glass cases began to sink into the floor, replaced by rising pillars of that translucent, emerald glass. The "Witness" didn't just speak through the speakers anymore—her holographic image projected into the center of the room, turning from a flickering recording into a solid, shimmering entity of light and data. "The Thorne bloodline was always meant for greatness," Vivienne’s avatar said, her voice overlapping in a haunting delay. "But greatness is so... messy. All that emotion, all that heat. We have found a way to make you efficient."

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.

"Unmasking Tasha Flynn—A Career Scammer Preying on Small Businesses with Vicious Tactics!" In the video, I was painted as a calculating, cold-hearted villain. They spun a narrative claiming I had exploited a loophole in the platform's policies to extort a gold bangle from the seller. Then, once I had what I wanted, I weaponized public opinion to destroy a small business the owner had spent over a decade building. My full name, phone number, and even my company's address were posted online, every detail listed with chilling accuracy. And right below it, they'd attached a photoshopped obituary picture of me.