Novel & Cerita A Villainess For The Tyrant

'Oh no' she thought as she realised that the grass didn't have any face much less one that was so ridiculously attractive. That's right. She was currently sprawled all over the tyrant Emperor.

Thinking quickly, I stepped out of my hiding spot and praised her openly, “You are not as bad as you portray yourself to be Hera. If you were evil, you wouldn’t have saved the boy’s life. She cracked her knuckles; her gaze taking on a sinister edge, “I am every bit of evil you can imagine…. I just wanted to test my skills.” Her expression turned condescending, “I wanted to play with the beast for longer but you managed to catch my eye and I ended up killing him quickly.” She stepped closer and grabbed me by my collar, drawing me closer until we were inches apart, “It will be more fun to play with someone having a superhero complex.’ I gulped but looked straight into her eyes. Despite having

My large hands grabbed her body, forcing her to straddle me. "You did give yourself to me, now submit to my command." I order, but she rolled her eyes like a brat. "I'm yours, but if you want to spend a lifetime fucking instead of fighting then you will learn that I give orders too and my friends are not to be harmed." "Tyler is your friend?" I asked with venom in my words. "No, but he is my responsibility. Soon I will be his Queen and I won't rule like my father or those before him. Tyler cheated on me and that was wrong, but it doesn't mean he deserves to die."

“This is for the first man who touched her after you sold her.” He nodded at his men. One of them punched Tyler’s ribs with a steel rod; his already broken bones shattered further. “And this…” Azrael paused, then turned to Tyler with a terrifying smile, “this is for every time you called her worthless, infertile and breaking her heart” He grabbed Tyler by the throat. “You turned a queen into a slave. You turned a woman into prey. And now, I will turn you into nothing.” Azrael let go as he watched Tyler fall on the ground like a rag doll.

The laugh grew, echoing maniacal. "I can see! I can see!" She spun back, laughing loud, head thrown back. A dangerous smile split her face—sharp, fanged almost, eyes gleaming with feral joy. She turned to me, that smile promising chaos. "You want to know how to defeat Vuk?" she purred, stepping closer. "I will tell you..." The hunger in me roared. This was it. My villainess, born from blood and demon eyes. Together, we'd devour the North.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Why she still want to be rebel when she knew she's helpess. Him. Her master. Her owner. Her saviour. Her destroyer. The one who not only owns her body but also her soul. She's his to play. His to Destroy. His to do as he wished. Him Xavier Valentino. One ruthless business tycoon. He wasn't any kind of mafia or gangster but the power he holds was more immense than anyone. He was grown up with the thought of woman being treated as a slave. Submissive and a play toy.

"I hate to admit it, but you're the most beautiful woman in Trinigad. But I don't involve myself in superficial love. And the rumors I've heard of you aren't the best. I heard you're proud, pompous, rude and vile. I heard you even got two maidens killed because they spilled hot tea on you." "Those maidens had it coming. They shouldn't have spilled tea on me," I was infuriated. What did my character have to do with my beauty? Every man wanted a beautiful wife, so he should have been thanking his stars that I chose him. He should have been happy. He should have been on his knees, licking my foot, praising me for picking him amongst the majority. "I needed to remind everyone in this palace of m

They slid across my chest, into my mouth, choking me with whispers. She cannot follow you here. She will betray you. She always does. “No,” I rasped, thrashing. But another voice followed, softer. Familiar. “Leofric.” It was hers—Morwenna’s—but wrong. Older. Deeper. Filled with venomous certainty. I looked up, and my blood iced. She stood at the edge of the water, hair streaked white, eyes colder than the moon. Morwenna—yet not. “I am what she becomes,” she said. “The tyrant she swore she’d never be. And you… you belong to me.”

"You think you're all and big as they call you. Because you win every battle and kill innocent blood. You are nothing, just a piece of shit that will go back to sand when the day comes." "Whack!" The slap came with a heavy force and she fell on the floor. The slap was too hard, too strong that it split her lips and blood oozed. "How dare you?" He groaned, grabbing her hair and pulling it back for her to wince in pain. "You are nothing. You might have been something before but right now you're no longer a princess but a prisoner, a commoner, a perfect example of tyranny, a good-for-nothing daughter." He spat out.