In her boring day to day repeating cycle of life, finally, her wish came true, but sadly she became a hated character by the readers, an antagonist, villainess, and the most wicked woman in the story, THE Cynthia Vae Dalaris. How will she live her new transmigrated life? !!! THE COVER ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, CRDTS TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST OF THE COVER !!!

"Barefoot, she fled to a world severed from me. I let her vanish. I let her hide. I let her chase the illusions of freedom, for I know that when her feet tire, when she collapses to her knees, I will always be there to cradle the bruises on her ankles . . . and bind them the same." • • • • • He once held her like a sacred secret, until she learned the curse was him all along. And when his demons drenched her in red, there was nothing left to do but let the consequences storm. In a fractured world reeking of sin and blood, there are no winners- only ruin. A prophecy waits to wake in the hands of the girl who shapes an Arcane's obsession. But little does he know: she has memorized the spine and gravity of what makes his marrow breathe. And if he dares to cage her now, she will twist the chains of their fate until they cut into his own flesh. The only problem? The bastard will endure it with a smile. If not, then carve himself a little deeper just to be closer to her heart.

Vivianna de Ashbourne the Villainess who lived true to her title, was envious and ruthless, if she wanted something she would have even if it means someone losing his life, just as the Crown prince of Gretia Kingdom who caught her eyes but was taken away by her own sister who returned not long ago. The true villainess Vivianna was, she didn't even spare her own blood, her younger sister Sophie de Ashbourne, poisoned her tormented her and in the end as always just like in the stories the villainess was defeated In another word executed. Guess the gods enjoyed her story but didn't like it's ending so they gave her a new chance, same life but just a mature mind In a much smaller Viviana. Stay and enjoy the journey of our beloved villainess Vivianna de Ashbourne. NOTE: First time writing so don't expect much and if you don't like it well I can't do much about it..it contains some strong language so read it if you are comfortable. *The pictures are from Pinterest and not mine.*

She was the villainess who died loving the wrong prince. Now? She's got one rule: NO MORE ROYALS. In her first life, she was hopelessly obsessed with Duncan Davenford, Crown Prince of Ashtor. She chased him, humiliated herself, and turned into the girl everyone loved to whisper about. The villainess who fell too hard and crashed even harder. But fate gave her a second chance. This time, she's staying far away from the palace, the crowns, the drama and especially from heartbreak. All she wants is a peaceful, prince-free life. Too bad the universe is a troll. Because now there's another Crown Prince. He's cold, quiet, and way too attractive for her own good. And worse? He doesn't look at her like she's the villain. He looks at her like she's the story. And maybe this time, she is. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ Book Cover Illustrated by Mitoxicity Art Date Started: July 22, 2025 Status: On-going

© moonpsyche_, 2025. Original Work. Plagiarism is Prohibited. Akira "G6" Gemstone was an assassin known for two things: her ruthless efficiency and her secret love for tragic romance novels. But in a twist of fate she never saw coming, she's reincarnated as the very villainess she once mocked-Reise Worthon, the Wicked Rose. Doomed to a life of heartache and a swift, painful end, the original Reise's story was a tragedy waiting to happen. But G6 doesn't do tragic endings. Armed with a killer's instincts and a temper sharper than any blade, she's about to rewrite this story and cut anyone who gets in her way.

After ending her life to escape relentless bullying and emotional exhaustion, a nameless girl awakens in the fragile body of a six-year-old noble child. But this isn't a second chance-it's a new hell. She has been reincarnated into the body of the West Duke's hidden daughter, a child locked away in the basement, neglected and abused by the very family meant to protect her. Isolated, bruised, and numb, she accepts her fate in silence. But fate shifts when the feared and mysterious North Duke visits the West in search of an heir. Amidst a sea of noble children, it is the broken girl with dead eyes he notices. Something in her stillness, her silence, her scars - calls to him. What follows is a slow-burning tale of healing, power, and the struggle to find a reason to live again - in a world both cruel and magical.

They once called her the Mad Dog of the South - the spoiled, short-tempered daughter of Duke Mortane. Feared by nobles, hated by the people, and foolishly obsessed with the Crown Prince who never loved her. Betrayed by her uncle. Framed by a false saint. Abandoned by the man she destroyed herself for. She died cursing her own foolishness... until the gods granted her one final mercy- to return to the past, one year before her ruin. This time, she'll play their game with her eyes open. She'll protect what's hers, crush those who deceived her, and rise from the ashes of her former self. Because this time... the villainess doesn't seek redemption-she rewrites her story.

I died and woke up as Cryselle Argentum, a princess whose fate I already knew too well. This world was not unfamiliar to me. It was the setting of a novel I had once read, a tragic story where a neglected child grows into a misunderstood scholar and meets her end at the hands of her own father. Knowing that future, I resolved to survive by doing the opposite of what the story demanded. I would stay quiet, stay small, and stay out of sight. But the world did not allow me to remain unseen. I met Silas Argentum, my father, far earlier than I was ever meant to, and every interaction felt like walking on thin ice. Was he dangerous? Yes. Was he cruel? Perhaps. But he was also attentive in ways the novel never described. So tell me, if fate has already been written, what happens when the person meant to die decides to rewrite the story herself?

LIMINAL - existing in between states (identity, family, morality). Between who you were told you are and who your blood insists you've always been. That's how Mazikeen feels. Liminal. Mazikeen has never belonged to anything except survival. Raised without a family, without a past she trusted, she learned early not to care about things like lineage or home. Those were weaknesses. Sentiment got you killed. Then a car crash rips the truth open. She isn't an orphan. She was stolen. The De Luca family-powerful, dangerous, and sworn enemies of the world that raised her-didn't even know they'd lost a daughter until years later, when her face appeared beside Mara De Luca's. Her mother. With no certainty and nothing but blood tests and instinct, they searched anyway. They never expected to find her so many years later. They never expected to already know her. Because Mazikeen has crossed paths with them before. She's fought one of her brothers more times than she can count-both of them trying to kill the other, never realizing they shared the same blood they drew. Now she's forced to live under the same roof as him. Alongside a father she doesn't know, and four brothers who don't know what to do with her. And the worst part? She fits. But the life she came from doesn't let go so easily. Her past stalks her like a shadow, violent and familiar, and Mazikeen finds herself unwilling to outrun it. Torn between what she was shaped into and what she was meant to be, she remains suspended in the in-between. Liminal. And if she has to choose, she's not sure she wants to be saved at all.

What if your subconscious remembers something you're not supposed to? And what if it manifests as dreams you can never seem to remember? Kyra seems to have the perfect life. With an amazing boyfriend and a relationship that's finally moving forward, everything feels like it's going in the right direction - especially after they exchange keys. The next big step. Just big enough to set off her subconscious alarm bells. Dreams she can never quite remember leave her with a strange warmth - a happiness she can't explain, slipping away moments later. But what if it's not just a dream? You know how they say dreams are made from our memories, even the ones we were never supposed to keep.