Novel & Cerita A Villainess For The Tyrant

Ten years of guarding my heart for him alone. “I will not give up Steven. He is not an object you can bargain with!” Crash! A flower vase flew past me and shattered near my feet. Ceramic shards sliced my skin, but the sting was nothing compared to the hatred blazing in Mother’s eyes. “You ungrateful brat! Who do you think you are?” Mother stood up, her once-beautiful face now twisted like a monster’s. “I’ve been patient enough raising an illegitimate child born from my husband’s affair! You’re nothing but trash I fed for twenty four years!”

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

Of course, he didn't want me. I mumbled to myself as I crouched on the floor, the slickness down my inner thigh cooling in the fresh air. You foolish girl! You still fantasize about him. You hopeless idiot! I cursed my stupidity for believing that Nathan might want me. How could he ever want me? He loathed me. He resented me for shaming his beloved little bird. I had been the villain in their love story, always ready to prosecute the poor heroine. Or at least, that's what he believed. That's what they all believed.

“And why should I even dignify you with my time and presence?” “Because you want to cancel this betrothal arrangement, yes?” She lifted a brow and canted her head just slightly. Again, it was unnerving. Who could look at this woman for long without thinking she was a tad bit creepy? Especially when her charm and genteel temperament belied the purposeful and sly way of everything she did. “You are, after all, already mated to my dear old friend Willa. You wouldn’t want to break it so soon just for me, right?”

Sadness evolved her whole body as she stared sadly at the picture frame, she didn't even when tears started to stream down her face, her mother couldn't even make it to see her successful. Was this it? Was this the life she wanted Was this the life her mother ever wanted her to life? Why? What even made her to kill the princess? It wasn't the princess fault that she was born poor and the princess was not, she had no essence of living. She really had no essence of living, outside she was a fearful underworld queen but inside she was like a delicate shell.

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her with each smooth, deft stroke of his fingers, until she was drowning in intoxicating delight. "I-is that so...?" She panted and questioned him, but he responded by stroking her even harder as she arched up against him, dizzy with the desire for more. "Ngh-!" ".. Does that feel good too?" She slowly nodded her head, closing her eyes. "Then... what about this?" Her eyes widened in shock as he slid his fingers within her, caressing her there as well. "... A-Azazel!" But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born.