When The Villainess Loves Novel Novels & Stories

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

Her light eyes made the other maidens go insane in jealousy and her lips was of the same shade as blood. " Annabelle!, Griselda!" Madam jizelle screams through the castle's kitchen window. Annabelle and Griselda eyes dart around, they rush out, moving towards the kitchen in other to avoid being a punching bag for madam jizelle insanely large fists.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

My lips met with hers, I got a slight reaction from her, but she did not push me away, so that was good. I moved my lips slowly against hers. She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I placed my hands on her waist in response. Every moment of the kiss was accompanied by ecstasy. Our tongues rolled perfectly against each other, and I felt my dick give a slight stir. God, I love kissing her so much. She tasted like strawberry and vanilla. It felt like I was on cloud nine. We slowly broke the kiss, panting slightly. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I really wanted things to be good between me and Lois, I want her to open her heart to me, I want her to know that I would never do anything

Vittoria's POV My fingers trembled as I adjusted the hem of my skirt. My mind replaying what had happened between Ricardo and me. His touch, his kiss, and the way he looked at me shocked me more than I would like to admit. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. The thought of it was scary to me, I wasn't supposed to develop feelings for Ricardo Lombardi. That wasn't part of the plan. “Get it together Vittoria, This is not some stupid love story.”

“Novels. They keep me calm.” “I thought I keep you calm,” Tessa interjected. Vee looked up at her. “You still do. I would’ve gone insane if you weren’t here.” Tessa blushed while Raymond rolled his eyes and shut them. “What’s the novel about?” “Revenge shit,” Vee replied. “She was betrayed on her wedding day. Lost her child and almost got killed. She miraculously survived and plotted against her cheating husband and his devious in-laws. She made sick moves. Took everything from them, drove him mad, and made him feel every single pain she’d suffered, tenfold.”

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

It was easier. She does not believe them anymore. The fragments come in sequences she has spent years cataloguing, written in a journal she keeps hidden beneath a false panel in her desk because some things should not be found by women who love her and would worry. Not in full. Never in full — the faces always blur at the crucial moment, wiped clean like ink in rain. But the rest arrives with horrible clarity. Snow, she thinks. And running. And the cold opening in my side before I understood what had happened.

he asked himself, his dark black eyes had no ripples in them as nobody knew what he was thinking, thinking about the past event he smiled as he slowly closed his eyes as he allowed sleep to carry him away. Meanwhile, in Rachael's house, she was lying on her bed thinking about the past, and how she had fallen in love at first sight with Alex, "I was the one who that claimed that there was nothing like love at first sight, but now I am a victim of it" how laughable she laughed at herself.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.