When The Villainess Is In Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

But she didn't know how he managed to secure those victories. It was because he had been devouring my core every night to enhance his power. A secret only I knew because I dared not tell anyone and suffer in his hands even more. But in this life, our fate was reversed. In the greed of marrying a king, she married a beast. Lily's face sank immediately. Her smile disappeared and face turned even paler. She exchanged a look with Matthew, fear written all over her eyes, before she finally managed to calm herself down and replied, “Wh-What are you talking about? Isn't it because Matthew is so strong and wild… in bed!”

'So, she's the next victim, huh? 'The last three thought they could change Ivan and insist on marrying him, although they found his secret, and look where it got them. This one is even dumber, completely blinded by love. I bet she thinks he can still be redeemed. Little does she know, he doesn't love her at all.' 'Who does she think she is? Nobody asked her to save Ivan. He’s way out of her league. She’s nothing but a cheap whore.' 'We need more villainous male leads! I wonder how this woman would die this time. I can't wait to see it! Now Ivan is what I call a true villain. God, it’s so satisfying to see those idiots die in disbelief.'

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

"Vivian, listen-..." "She won't love you," Vivian interrupts me with wet, hot tears running down her cheek. Her makeup is ruined, and her emotions are pouring out on the floor. "I accept you for you are, Hayden, but Natasha won't ever be yours—she is too innocent. The girl is a flower while you're the darkness itself, and everybody knows you can't make the hero fall in love with the villain."

And if anyone had claimed that the Queen, the woman forged from violence, vengeance, and unbreakable will walk down an aisle in a breathtaking gown, ready to offer her heart to the man she once swore to ruin? People would’ve placed bets on her blood before her vows. Yet here they were! Not enemies. Not rivals. Not predators circling each other anymore. Just two villains in love, a love that should’ve destroyed them long before it saved them. And the world had absolutely no idea what to do with that. Every major crime lord, assassin syndicate, cartel head, and underground monarch filled the cathedral. The air reeked of power, of expensive perfume, mistrust, and silent panic.

It was at this point that most readers labeled her with a masochist fetish. Throughout the story, Maria constantly chased after the male lead, only to fail time after time, and when she tried to attack the female lead, she failed at that too. None of the other villainous love rivals saw her as a worthy rival and competitor when it came to trying to steal the male lead. Who, in Maria's honest opinion, wasn't worth that many girls fighting over him.

Before reality caught up to me, Damian’s lips claimed mine in a heated kiss. My eyes widened in shock. Holy moly! The most harmless crybaby stole my first kiss. My mind went blank. In a moment of clarity, I bit down hard, shoved him away, and scrambled for my life. Then came System’s notification once I took shelter at home. [Congratulations on completing the wicked villainess’ storyline. Only thirty minutes remain on the countdown to your return to your world.]

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.