Kendra had always lived in the background - an orphan with paint-stained fingers and quiet dreams of gallery walls. Brilliant, poor, and utterly average-looking, she found solace in sculpting beauty from stone and color. But just when her talent was about to earn her global recognition, a cruel twist of fate ends her life... and begins another. She wakes up as Kendra Ainsley, the notorious villainess from a trashy romance novel she once skimmed out of boredom. Beautiful beyond belief, filthy rich, and brainless to the point of danger, Book Kendra is an aristocratic heiress doomed to a humiliating downfall - obsessively chasing her childhood fiancé, Chris, who coldly detests her and eventually falls for the new heroine, Ella. But this is no longer that Kendra. With her old mind intact, a new goal in sight, and zero interest in repeating the original Kendra's idiotic mistakes, she swears one thing: she will not chase after any man - especially not Chris. Instead, she plans to coast through this elite world, stay out of the drama, and secretly build an underground art empire. Too bad Chris won't leave her alone.Even worse, Rylie, Ella's fiercely loyal childhood friend, seems to be falling for the very villainess he's supposed to hate. In this rewritten story, who really gets the happy ending?And what happens when the "villain" starts stealing the spotlight - and hearts?

An overly introverted, lazy woman found herself transmigrated into the body of the most notorious villainess in the novel she had been reading, 'When Your Love Blossoms'.At first, she was furious and demanded to be sent back home, only to discover that she had actually died in her past life. Fortunately, a system appeared before her and offered a special mission: to change the villainess's life by altering her actions and choices. Although she reluctantly agreed, hoping to return to her family, her lazy and short-tempered nature made the task far from easy. Despite her efforts to live differently, many people around her continued to harbor feelings for her. Now, let's see how our short-tempered, lazy villainess navigates these everyday challenges. Ps. Pictures not mine, credits.

"Didn't you like me?" he asked. "I didn't." He frowned. "Then... do you hate me?" "I don't." "...Then what do you think of me?" "An annoying moron." "I'm already sleep-deprived," I said flatly. "Why should I think about something else?" -- The game said she would die if she attended the academy. 
It also said she would die if she didn't. Either way, her death was guaranteed. So when I opened my eyes in the body of Melissa Valkyrie, a doomed noble lady fated to die in every route, I did what any sensible person would do: Nothing. No schemes.
No revenge.
No desperate attempts to "fix" the story.
No scrambling to survive a game that had already decided my ending. If death flags wanted me, they could wait until after my nap. -- Suddenly, the male lead walked over and placed my notes on the desk. "How did you solve these problems and still get a D in Mathematics?" I didn't look up. "Why answer all of them," I said "when the professor said the passing score is only thirty?" "Anything more is a violation of mental health." -- But unfortunately, the world mistook my laziness for confidence. 
And now everyone thinks I'm dangerous. Because apparently, doing nothing was the most dangerous move of all.

[ONGOING] I was just an ordinary girl, a broke college student hustling at a convenience store to pay for my nursing degree. One night, after clocking out from my glamorous life of stocking instant noodles, I got hit by a truck. My first thought? Finally. I could fulfill my dream of becoming the ultimate, iconic villainess. And wouldn't you know it, dreams do come true. I woke up as Rosalia Salvatore. The Mafia Princess. The Evil Bitch. The Crazy Villainess. From the reverse harem game "Trapped By My Captors", yes, that 18+ NSFW disaster with the kinkiest good ending and the bloodiest bad ending imaginable. Bloody hell, I didn't get isekai'd into a fluffy noble high school romance. No. I got yeeted into a dark mafia thirst-trap simulator. But guess what? I'm not your easy, doe-eyed heroine. If any of these "love interests" think they can kill me, I'll bite their heads off. Literally. Buckle up, boys. My wrath comes in heels, and it kicks hard. _______________________________________________________ Original Story A Transmigration Dark Romantic Comedy Vote for more chapters!!! (not my art on the cover)

© 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.

Prince Caydeyrn Di Vel Delphine. Commander of the royal battalion. A legend dressed in iron and silk. He's noble, honorable, devastatingly handsome-every inch the kind of man a kingdom worships, and a woman trusts with her life. Josephine Caldwell. A healer from the quiet provinces. Sweet as spring rain. Gentle as moonlight. Her magic draws pain into her own body so others can breathe again. She gives everything-her strength, her sleep, her peace-and asks for nothing in return. To Prince Caydeyrn, she was a miracle. She never wanted a crown. Never wanted love. But Caydeyrn offers both like they're hers by right. It's meant to be a pure love story. Wholesome. Romantic. It's supposed to make me swoon. But I don't. Because I don't want the prince. I want the other one. Duke Evander De LaCroix. The king's nephew. Vanished at eight. Returned a man-silent, changed. Not only broken. Twisted. Cold. Predatory. Wrong. The story details there is something unclean in the way he looks at people. Like he's already imagining what their screams might sound like. And when he sees Josephine? He fixates. He hunts her. Watches her like she's prey-like he's already decided to break her. She hides behind Caydeyrn's protection, clutching her innocence like armor. And every time Evander steps onto the page, I can't breathe. Not because I'm scared - but because I wish he looked at me like that. The book says he's wrong. That he's twisted. Dangerous. That Josephine's fear is justified. That Caydeyrn is the right choice. But I don't want safety. I want to be ruined by the villain. It's not their slow-burn romance anymore. It's my obsession. And the worst part? I know he would hate me. He wouldn't love me. He'd see the dark little thing I am and realize that I am not the innocent maiden he obsesses over. I'm lucky if he would ruin me for the fun of it. And God help me, I'd let him. Gladly.