A Villainess No More Novels & Stories

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.

She had been hiding there, listening, and now she was coming closer. “I will not be threatened, werewolf,” she said. She was a thin older woman, petite. Waifish. A strong breeze could knock her over. In another life, perhaps I would have admired her strength, but that was impossible to do in this one, when she had used that strength for personal gain and corruption. She could have been a leader. Instead, she chose to be a villain. “I don’t know why you would want to hunt me down, anyway,” Adelaide said. “I act only out of love for my niece, poor Vanessa. Her life was tragically cut short, and an imposter took her place. Tell me what a grieving aunt is supposed to think.”

“Vivienne Moreau is not a pet. She’s a weapon with a pulse. Stubborn. Cunning. Smarter than half the men we just gutted. One wrong breath and she’ll have your balls in a jar while she smiles and asks if you want them gift-wrapped.” Ryker opened his mouth, probably some filthy joke but I cut him off with a look. “She was born in blood, raised on betrayal, and she built an empire on broken throats. We paid ten million for a womb, yes, but we brought a viper into our den. Underestimate her once and she will gut us from the inside.” I stepped over the corpse at my feet, boots crunching bone. “So here are the rules, and you will carve them into your fucking skulls, first thing first... We do not

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

It looked more like a high-end suite than a prison cell. Minutes later, the heavy door opened. A sharply dressed woman in her mid-forties entered. Tall, elegant, with sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes. She carried a sleek tablet and moved with the confidence of someone who held all the cards. “The public show is over,” she said calmly, setting the tablet on the table. “My name is Valeria Voss. The Blackthorns were useful tools. The world now believes the Kane empire has been destroyed. Perfect.” Sophia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Aurora tensed beside her, instinctively stepping closer so their bare hips brushed.