SoraKeith

The anticipated engagement party turns into a broken engagement announcement and a notice of expulsion from the house. 

In one day, Anna lost everything. 

She accidentally activated a space and took the business’ supplies for revenge.

But who would have thought that natural disasters will come?

The world is changing and resources become scarce.

So, the style of painting changed.

When other people are scrambling to find something to eat, Anna was still cooking at home.

When other people are fighting for food, Anna was lying on her bed while snacking her favorite chips.

When other people are working hard to get some water, Anna was lying on her bathtub comfortably. 

The relatives came to the door for help. 

Anna only looked at them coldly and spat out, "Scram!" 

Her ex fiancé also came, asking for reconciliation and love. 

Her new man kicked him out of the door and slammed it shut. He then looked at Anna with a pitiful look. "Wife, do you not want me anymore? I'm easy to raise." 

Anna looked at the puppy like man and pulled him closer with a smile on her face.
.
.
.

It was only later she realized that the puppy is actually a big bad wolf... 

But the goods couldn’t be returned!


…
Notes: the cover is an AI image. I only edited it a bit.

I'm the Villainess in the Apocalypse

"This… it's fine to stay here for now right?"

"I'm feeling tired, shall I start shooting?" Anna interrupted their questioning and asked Dylan.

The window was shattered and strong winds and water came from outside towards these people. In just a few seconds, they were completely wet due to the water from outside.

"Why can't you listen?" One of them was annoyed.

"Why should I listen?" Anna asked back. "You all come here to rob and steal house, so I should be polite to you and let you take advantage of me? Do you think I'm so stupid that I'll let you achieve your goal?"

Even though they wanted to go from here and not facing the threat of Anna, the sound of gunshots from below hadn't stopped. Not only the gunshot, the screams and yells hadn't stopped either.

78. Chaos