Novelas y relatos de Villains Meme

The man broke the awkwardness by inviting Jasmine to get to know him. "Are you Jasmine? Lorensius said that she is a VIP woman who can only serve men chosen by her." The ori asked in a slightly intimidating tone. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Mike Aidden. Many people are afraid of me and I'm not a good guy either. I live in a dark world and I am a very feared mafia," he explained, which made Jasmine pensive. "Why are you telling me this, you are not afraid that I will take advantage of you?"

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

"This woman is seriously the worst. Did she really have to go this far over a ten-dollar item?" "You can just tell from her profile picture she's a broke loser. She definitely wanted a refund while keeping the item for free. When the seller refused, she went on a revenge rampage." "She's absolutely vile! Trash like her deserves to be exposed!" As I scrolled through the flood of vitriol, I saw that someone had even photoshopped my profile picture into an obituary photo. I started shaking all over, a sharp tightness squeezing my chest until it felt like I was suffocating.

What he saw only deepened his fury. Then, he stumbled upon the most recent video—one where he was wearing the exact outfit he had on today. It was a screen recording of Bellie's I*******m story. A melancholic song played in the background while he stood working in the distance. The comments on this particular clip were far more unhinged and delusional than any he had seen before. Tham's jaw clenched tight with mounting rage. The narratives these people were weaving in the comments were entirely fabricated.

People had DMed my old coworkers, my classmates, my mother. I had over 200 unread messages. And most of them read like: “Rot in hell.” “Your death will make the world cleaner.” “Hope Mario ends you before the cancer does.” Someone had even created an I*******m account just to post photos of me with captions like: > “Trash in lipstick.” “Billion-dollar whore.” I locked the phone and stared at the floor for a long minute, trying not to break again. It was official. I was the villain. The Jezebel. The liar. The bitch who betrayed the rich man. The one every other woman would be warned not to become.

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.

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”