Villainess Webtoons Novels & Stories

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

The picture of an uninterested guy in his late teens, and a girl in all smiles stared back at her in a selfie angle. "System what's going on?" Zhi Ruo asked, calmly. It took her to its system's space. She sat casually on her blood red seat waiting for a reply. {You have been transported to a small world in a teen drama web novels 'HIS TOUGH LOVE'. You have assumed the body of this story's villain, Tae Rin and would revive her memories.} {This story's plot revolves around how the beautiful and pure female lead Mi Cha tries to win the heart of the male lead Min Seok, an extremely handsome and cold teenager.

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

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 inquire, emphasizing each word. “As I previously informed you, you’ll know soon. Before that, I’m a guidebook for you as the villainess.” “Villainess?” "Yes, I'm going to serve you from now on. You can say that I’m a guidebook for a villainess like you since you're getting your vengeance once more. Furthermore, you are in this location for a reason. You need to locate the individual they call the shadow monster.”

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"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

The system remained silent for a moment before a new text scrolled across my vision. `Villain name: Kaelen.` `Status: Illegitimate Prince of the Veridian Empire.` `Objective: Ensure his survival. His death might lead to you dying here, unable to return to your world. I gasp. Kaelen? Illegitimate prince of the Veridian Empire? I freaking know that name. So they weren't just random fantasy labels. How could I forget 'Blood Oath: Save the Villain', a ridiculously difficult otome game I had been obsessed with. The one where the "villain," Prince Kaelen, was a tortured, morally character who, if not guided correctly—never done that—would inevitably unleash a wave of destruction upon the kingdom,

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.