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It was about one man. Cassian Nyx. The villain deserved better. Not because he was powerful, not because he was feared, but because no one had ever truly stood beside him. They admired his strength until they needed someone to blame. For three years, Adrian had faithfully followed every chapter of Chronicles of the Celestial Hero—more than eight hundred chapters filled with wars, betrayals, bloodshed, and broken promises. Through it all, one character had remained unforgettable. Cassian Nyx. The most tragic character Adrian had ever read. The villain everyone feared. The monster everyone hated. The man Adrian pitied the most.

Not in life, but… *On a book cover. Memories, not her own, flooded her mind in a chaotic torrent. A name: **Lady Vivian Ashworth**. A title: Daughter of the Duke of Blackwood. A role: The villainess. The setting: The Kingdom of Aethelgard. The story: *The Prince's Rose*. A novel she’d read just last week – a sprawling, melodramatic historical romance filled with scheming nobles, star-crossed lovers, and one particularly vindictive, doomed antagonist: Lady Vivian Ashworth. Vivian staggered back, hitting the edge of the bed hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. *Transmigration. Isekai. Oh god, it’s real. I’m INSIDE the book. And I’m HER. The villainess.*

She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. Tired. Her attitude was very relaxed, as if Will was really an ordinary work partner of hers, rather than the ex- girlfriend I heard, dared to take home, and made trouble in the house. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. It seems that I can find a little bit of my past in the heroine, but if I think about it carefully, I can see how we are similar.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

The plot is exciting but sadly, they'll start season 2 next year so to make it short, it's on hiatus. The heroine of this novel is really kind causing lots of love interests to fall for her unconditionally. That being said, women who hates her are also present in this story and one of those is the villainess, Princess Lalaine Ledecia. She was a very devious woman and she hates it whenever the female lead would get adored by everybody I hated her. She'll always do evil deeds to hurt the people. Her inferiority complex is really top notch to the point where she even commited a lot of unforgivable crimes

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.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel. A villain whose spiraling descent into darkness would be triggered by a singular, devastating betrayal: the cold, unfeeling rejection from his mother. Her hands trembled in indecision, hovering awkwardly in the air as she grappled with conflicting emotions. Should she reach out to him? Comfort him? She was all too aware of the story—knew the path that lay ahead. In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband.

The bastard still stared right at me, I clenched my hands, restraining myself for a moment before I walked out. I walked to the edge of the staircase then remembered that I had left Vittoria behind. I turned to look at her, she was on the floor, her face still strikingly beautiful despite the dust and blood stains. Valerio was kneeling in front of her and they were conversing. I couldn't help the pang of jealousy that came over me, I pushed it away, Valerio was too old for her.

he complained. I smiled up at him. “We’ll grow it again tomorrow, and then you can leave it. But, if that old woman comes back before we do, a magically growing vine is somewhat suspicious, don’t you think?” “This is why you’re the hero, and I’m the villain,” he leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead. “You’re clearly the wisest, as well as kindest of the two of us.” “Oh, Aien,” I laughed, blushing. “I’m not a hero.”