Novel & Cerita A Villainess For The Tyrant

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.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

"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."

she had already done it, and while her eyes were losing light, he could see ridicule in them. “She has all my powers, and more...“, were the last words, in her torn and bloody mouth. Darian was disgusted with her so much, that he could kill her again, in the worst way there was, but, it was too late. Sila already had an heiress, which needed to be destroyed, fast, until she gained power and started a new bloodshed, which must never be repeated.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

“She won’t even remember.” My vision blacked for a second. That filthy audacity. Rolex. Of course it was him. One of Zargov’s most pathetic lapdogs. Always high on arrogance, low on brains. The kind of guy who couldn’t get a woman unless she was unconscious. He's pathetic, he doesn't know how to unravel a woman…how to make her cry pleasurably and beg desperately. I didn’t bother knocking. I swung myself through the window like a fucking demon.

Damian stared deeply at Enola, this time without a cynical smile. Enola got up from the sofa and walked gracefully towards Damian. Her gaze was sharp, but her smile was sweet. “And you like dangerous women, don’t you, Mr. Tyrant?” Enola arrived in front of Damian, and he pulled her waist closer until the distance between them disappeared. “Be careful, Enola. The fire you light could burn you.” Damian chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. Enola leaned her face forward as if to kiss Damian, but she quickly moved to Damian’s ear.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

Prince Corean was frozen on the spot, he knew she could not push Tori away as the latter one tighten her grip on his body like the goddess-forsaken snake-like she was. Tori enjoyed the little exchange between the star-crossed lovers but she decided to butt in. After all, I am the villainess of this plot. Oh, I love being the villainess. Tori leaned to him hear while her eyes never left Tessa as she whispered to the second prince. "Tell her. Tell her that you will marry me. Only then, I will help you. Remember, you need me." Tori intentionally grazed his ears with her teeth which made Tessa's tears fall all the more.