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The Hundred Years Villainess

"Luck and gifts you will have it all. Everything you desire and put your mind on. But that one craving, you will never own. As fate and the gods will collude to derail your goal." Lyrica was ecstatic when she found out that after finishing a reverse harem royal romance novel, she woke up in the body of her favorite character who shares the same name as her! Even more so when she met face to face with her adored (bias) character--the attractive General Calais Parcell! However, soon, she finds out that every human in the new world hates her even without a valid reason! Not one, not even her own parents and siblings! Being loved and well-liked by everyone in her previous life, watch her struggle in this new world where everyone hates and wants to kill her! Snippets: “You should be ashamed of yourself, Calais! Have you ever... Have you ever taken a look inside of you and wondered what kind of person you are?!” “No, Lyrica. I can see how you look at me, and I know that I am not that bad after all.” "But all I see is a charming mask! And no matter how beguiling that lovely mask looks, once you take that off, inside, you are still what you are, someone hollow and empty, with no principles other than what other people project on you!"

Scintillate09 · Fantasy
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196 Chs

Chapter 049 - Why don't you FILL it up then?

Calais pulls back and studies my face. "Why are you crying?"

"Because you are here and yet, I feel like you are pushing me away," I say.

"I am not pushing you away."

"Then let me touch you!" I insist. "I want to touch you."

He loosens his fingers on my wrists. Still crying, I touch his cheeks, his neck, and his forehead. There are no emotions registering on his face. "I love you, Calais. Don't push me away."

"I am not pushing you away, Lyrica," he repeats, before his lips descend on mine again.

There is no rough kisses this time. It is sweet and gentle, as if he is taking care not to hurt me anymore. I pull back and shift positions with him. Now that I straddle him, I lean my ear against his chest. There is no hard thumping like what he does with my heart. I bury my face in his chest and grab at his shirt. His familiar smell is engulfing me. I missed him so much, but seems like, it's not the same with him.