A Villainess For The Tyrant Novels & Stories

She possessed the epicene beauty peculiar to young girls of a certain age, short-lived, unlikely to survive past twenty. Her beauty was nurtured and cultivated for one sole purpose: to be the Lycan King’s virgin breeder. The crackling fireplace cast a glow of warmth upon her snowy skin as fresh as newly-pressed olive and a marbled flush to her pomegranate lips, which suddenly parted in a silent scream. Her words drowned in her throat at the ominous figure crouched low by her window, only to pause. Alessia raised a hand in a small wave, her lips pressing in a sheepish smile as she watched the princess try and steady her pounding heart. She gestured at the window impatiently.

“Her vengeful heart and own sin towards the Maiden that she should protect links to the alternate soul from the last and continued loops of their worlds revolving to her wants and selfishness to have everything the Maiden has. Hated the name and the persons around Daniela, she is an obsessive lover towards the Prince, who only made everything in her life worst by dragging her down into the pit of Mammon.” Now dropping the name of one of the princes of hell. The ideal king of the sins, and one of the representatives of the seven sins. HE draws that perfect sinister smile as HE whispers the words. “With her personality she curses the ones chasing after Daniela, envies the ones who deserve deat

"She called me a slave! She practically claimed I sold my mother to your father or the other way around. How can I sit back and let that happen? Do you even understand what you are asking of me?" "I know you are upset right now, but it's for your own good—" "You wouldn't know what's for my own good if it hit you in the face, Rhysand!" she seethed, poking a finger into my chest. "This is you acting exactly like the dictator Alia claims you are." Her words hit harder than I expected, like a punch to the gut. I wheezed, looking away. "Fine. I'm the villain. I accept that, but my words still stand—you are not to go anywhere near that camera, and that's an order."

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

He was successful in clearing the sky but they all heard angry cry of Serenity and dark clouds gathered again. Valerina looked down where hybrids has rounded the woman who is dark blue like a venom, her long hair were swaying with the angry wind. She was looking like a demon. Sharp fangs are out which can tear anyone in half. Her growls were literally shaking the ground. Valerina gasped when she threw fire at Lucifer who tried to grab her. She wonder if Augustus can also threw fire from his mouth like his mother. "She won't stop until she finds Carlos"

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Their hiss sounds like a very unpleasant sound to me that I felt the urge to kill them right there and then without showing any mercy. Then finally, my eyes drifted to the woman sitting on the untidy throne—yes, I call it untidy not because it is just made of plain stone and has no golds nor silvers, but because it has a bunch of pyscho snakes. The woman was wearing a black smoke-like dress with small slits all over that are blazing. Her eyes resemble the color of fire and her hair that is flowing down her waist is also burning red. And oh, her face... it feels like I'm staring at the goddes of fire herself. There is no doubt. This woman in front is Nerissa, the evil witch who lures men with

But it is still okay, beside who doesn't want a body that have smooth and soft fair skin. Adding her Goddess look and a cute face when surprise like a toddler. It is a shame the original owner of the body that she possess uses her looks to bully the heroine. But anyways, it only made them close together and she being the supporting villainess got killed by the hands of the Emperor, the main villainess. And cause havoc when the female lead reject him for the male lead. Because of his system eating vinegar, half of the Empire go blown away by his Thunderstorm along with his Dark magic.

"You deliberately breached my security. Again." "I'm a wife, not a prisoner, you absolute Tyrant," she shot back, her breath hitching as my chest brushed against hers. "Tyrant?" I murmured, a dark chuckle vibrating in my chest. I reached up, my knuckles grazing her flushed cheek. The tiny shiver that ran through her body sent a rush of pure power straight to my groin. "You're a menace. A lethal, disobedient little viper." "Don't call me that," she whispered, her eyes burning into mine.