Villian Manwha Novels & Stories

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.

juliana:- you are my friend velliam:- what if i say I can't see you as friend juliana:- what are you saying velliam:- I think I love you juliana:- you idiot I am going (then she leave) demon:- master I don't know that you hiding in your heart velliam:- why you do that now she hate me and do want to kill me demon:- you pass that test now my job to serve you velliam:- don't do anything stupid OK demon:- OK master velliam:- what is wrong with my luck and what should I do how I ask for forgiveness. may be she don't want to see me anymore now the timing is 7:00 pm velliam ready to take bath velliam:- water is warm now velike clothes (when he say velike his clothes disappear it only work when he f

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

Pallavi asked, placing her hand on mine with a frown. “Of course, they will be fine. Why do you think otherwise?” we heard a voice and turned to see Girish but we jerked back seeing two other people with him. “She is Rupa and she is Vani. Well, Rupa is my girlfriend while Vani is my best friend’s wife. I hope you know that, Pallavi.” Girish said, staring at her and then I felt the hand moving away from mine. “Will you stop your sarcastic tone and I am not his girlfriend.” Rupa said, walking towards us and sat in Girish’s place.

Status: Cleared. A white-tier token. White tokens are standard issue. They aren't stamped with high-pack crests like Jakob's Blue Moon badge, nor are they linked to diamond bloodlines like Uriel or Regis. White tokens belong to the unranked students. The quiet ones. The ones who sit near the back of the lecture halls and keep their heads down. Or the ones who pretend to be fragile, helpless flowers sitting quietly beside the Harvest Moon heir. Willow. A cold sensation spreads through my chest, starting in my lungs and bleeding outward into my fingertips.

I initially broaden my eyes after spotting a very recognizable figure before doing it again. Not only is the picture of the Millian present, but it also includes directions. I've studied hard enough to understand every meaning of the ancient language because I once believed I would be the empress of this empire. As a result, I only know the words on this page. “Any ailment can be cured by the Millian. However, when used improperly, it can also be poisonous. When the Millian is combined with spices, it can spark a person's concealed disease, which is the deadliest thing it can do, kill them without leaving any evidence. The Millian is also a treatment for a werewolf whose Luna had died, as we

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

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

He flipped me over as I lay in bed. Damian raised his hand and gave my perky bottom a tight slap. “Argh! Damian, I’m going to kill you!” … I sprawled across the sheets, unsure how much time had passed, but one thing was for sure, I was far too exhausted to jump at his throat. His calloused fingertips brushed away my tears. “Are you going to play nice now, Willow? “Are you still thinking about feeling up another guy’s abs?” Gritting my teeth, I fought back the humiliation and choked out a reply, “I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t do it again.”

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.