Novel & Cerita A Villainess For The Tyrant

“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

His voice was calm, but it was laced with a cold, underlying anger. ​Alan immediately backed away, smart enough not to provoke the Tyrant any longer. ​I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing his face turn colder once we were alone. ​“If you're going to seduce every man in the room like the little slut you are, try not to be too obvious about it,” he whispered without hesitation. ​My smile vanished. I stomped my stiletto heel hard onto his polished dress shoe. ​He let out a soft groan but managed to keep his composure, though his jaw clenched tight. I stood so close to him I could feel his hot breath fan against my face. To an outsider, it looked like an intimate moment between lovers.

However, my mother was a prideful heiress, and she immediately realized that some manipulative wolf in sheep’s clothing had set her up. Without even bothering to defend herself, she grabbed the crying girl and slapped her twice on the right side of her face. “I never did. I’ll do it now.” The manipulative witch’s entire face became so swollen that she looked like a pig. She even cried like one. The crowd was livid, but they could do nothing about it. Someone leaked information about this, and her image as a bully became even more set in stone. Those who liked her loved it, and those who hated her despised her even more.

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

His commanding voice exudes power, standing at six feet two inches tall, he has a perfectly built body, broad shoulders, a chiseled diamond jawline, and piercing black obsidian eyes that show no hint of fear. Morris Casper, the dangerous, merciless tyrant mafia. The mere mention of him gives a chilling sensation of descending into the dept of hell itself, his intolerance is absolute, under his rule, there is no second chance and those who betrays or offends him in any slightest way will only meet with one ending ‘dead’. His bodyguard briefly bows and walks to check, he steps out of the elevator door in collision with another figure in all white. "Hey! who are y-" The bodyguard has yet to fin

The dark figures standing in every corner of his empire cast their voices around with evil and planning for him to fall. The heart of it was Valentine. A fierce burning radiated out of her unyielding eyes. She did not know everything, and he feared if she ever knew would forgive him for it. It wasn't just him, however that posed a threat to her; it was the dangerous world he existed in. His enemies who were also hungry for power and vengeance had already put their crosshairs on her. For him, Valentine wasn't a human; she was merely a way to an end, a perfect pawn with which to dismantle his empire, brick by brick.

"Somebody else did." "Of course somebody else did! Did you really think I would do it?", Veronique trusted her hands into the air. "You, Michael Philippe de Beaumont, are a disgrace for fucking such a lower class woman when the whole world lays before your feet! You were pronounced a desired bachelor, you had wealthy, high-class women surrounding you, yet you chose her? Even when Eleanor offered herself over and over to you, you stayed with her!" "Life isn't about power, wealth and status only mother."

“Not because he's trying to claim what's mine. But because every knee bends to him. Because they worship a tyrant who has spilled more blood than I ever dreamed. He wears ruthlessness like a crown, and still, they call him lord.” Lilith prowled closer, her heels crunching glass, her red gown trailing like a ribbon of flame. She circled him slowly, her nails grazing the air near his shoulders as though she wanted to dig them into his skin. “You wanted his throne,” she purred, her voice low, intimate. “You wanted the world to bow at your feet instead.” His jaw clenched. “I challenged him once. The fool in me thought strength was enough.” Her smirk widened as she dragged a talon across his ches

She knew what he was capable of, it took a thousand years to learn what it was like, how the kingdoms fell, she was by his side as bait for other kings, who perhaps thought they would have it for him, the woman served to sleep with several kings, space princes, in addition to reducing them to dust, she even fell in love for brief moments with other kings, but the dead king always made it clear to whom she belonged. The man loved to molest, rub, suck and lick her, even though he was supposedly giving her a bath, so he would stay in her bathtub, rubbing, kissing and sucking, until she had nothing left to extract. The tyrant man rubbed her and dried her with the towel efficiently and gently, pi

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.