A Strange But Effective Villainess Life Novels & Stories

She drove her elbow into his ribs and executed a perfect judo throw, slamming her brother onto the cracked floor. "Never underestimate a woman who built an empire from scratch, Damien," Liora said coldly. "Your brute strength means nothing compared to the algorithms I created." It was a glorious face-slapping moment. Damien, who saw himself as a new 'God' with superior mutant abilities, now lay on the ground with a look of utter shock. Mavric wasted no time. He lunged at Damien, raining punches down on his face again and again. Every blow released the fear and jealousy he had bottled up throughout the previous chapters.

It would fit. I slouch and flipped my book open. Tanner Kingsley, the villain was out to get these innocent women. Kelly and Diane, despite their innocence were such strong women who were fighting to win over male dominance. They wouldn't give up until they uncovered the mystery behind the death of their husbands, narrowly escaping lethal threats and traps. Such bravery and resilience...

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

"That's what you're saying. That woman died because someone mistook her for me." "She was standing where you would have been standing," Kael said quietly, still watching the street. "If you had not stopped to argue with me on the bridge. If you had walked your usual route to the market this morning instead." Elara's stomach turned over. She thought of the dark haired woman lying in the square, a stranger whose face she did not recognize, whose life had ended because of a mistake, because a bolt meant for someone else had found her chest instead. "I don't understand," she said, her voice cracking. "Why would anyone want to kill me? I'm nobody. I pour ale at a tavern. I have no family, no titl

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

The little waitress with fire in her eyes and a softness in her soul that made him feel… Unsteady. Off-balance. Human. And God, he hated feeling human. He wasn’t supposed to want someone like her. Sweet. Uncomplicated. Broke. Ordinary. But ordinary had never looked so fucking beautiful. Ordinary had never smiled at him like she had — without fear. Without expectation. Mia was the first woman in his entire cursed existence who didn’t want anything from him… except maybe for him to leave her alone. But it was too late for that.

“I was once like you alone, unwanted and underestimated despite the fact that my family was wealthy and powerful, but I didn’t shrink, didn't hide, I sharpened my claws and carved out a space. My mother-in-law loathed me, hell she Still does but I didn’t care and still don’t, I made this house mine. I didn’t beg for love or kindness, I demanded respect.” She turned to leave, then paused at the doorway, her eyes narrowed on me like a hawk “It’s one thing to be beautiful, It’s another to know that in a world like this, beauty can also be a weapon, if you have the guts to wield it. I’m not on your side but I really hate to see a woman lose to a villain.” With that, she vanished. I stood frozen