Villainess Turns The Hourglass Novels & Stories

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

The weapon was primed. In less than twenty hours, we would walk into the Glass Pavilion and begin the final, terminal execution of our war. Garrison Vance had no idea who he was dealing with. He thought he was playing against a machine and a victim. He was about to find out that he was playing against a team that couldn't be broken, couldn't be bought, and couldn't be stopped. I went back to the vanity, my mind racing with final adjustments. I added one last, delicate touch of metallic gold to the inner corners of my eyes—a small, subtle, and entirely lethal detail that would catch the light just right when the flashbulbs began to pop.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

“What do you mean by that? You’re being reckless, Vellora. This isn’t the time. Didn't you say earlier to wait not to make rushly decisions? Then what happened now? Why are you making hasty decisions?” Vellora leaned closer, her voice a silken whisper laced with malice. “It’s the perfect time. Everyone adores her now. One scandal, one night of betrayal and she’ll be ruined. Zach will despise her. His pack will doubt her purity. His faith will shatter.” She pulled out a small crystal vial hidden within her clutch, the liquid inside shimmering faintly pink under the light.

"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

Zoran was silent for a while, he said hesitantly, “Chairlady Lane, you have to think this through—The Ten Villains will be very hard to get rid of.” What? “Why?” Ophelia asked. She still had two disciples in their hands. She did not know whether they were dead or alive so she had to move quickly. Susan appeared in a purple long dress making her look graceful. A few of Ophelia’s male disciples looked at Susan adoringly. Other than Ewan, this was their first time visiting the Carter mansion. They did not expect that Zoran’s wife was so pretty. She said, “Chairlady Lane, the landscape of Wicked Valley is complicated, it would be very hard to attack. Furthermore, at the entrance of the valley, t

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.

Someone who would serve under me, the one to dress me, entertain me, do my every bidding, keep me company. On the one hand, I liked the fact that I could keep my enemy close. On the other hand, it’s a terrible idea. It’s almost like Camilla was pitting me against her, setting me up to fail. I may have truly offended Her Imperial Majesty that time in Rozenberg. The cameras flashed again, capturing our interaction. I could almost see the headlines tomorrow: The Villainess Strikes Again. Another Day, Another Chance to Treat the King’s Lover Like a Servant.