A Villainess No More Novels & Stories

ens for me!?“You sent for me,” I reminded her, just in case she had forgotten.Almost immediately, she broke the news to me.“I'm sorry,” she said at the end.I had been demoted from my position as Dani’s maid and reassigned to Clara. And to add insult to injury, Lucy had taken my place. I had been working for the pack for years, and yet I was treated like an outsider, like a piece of trash!I walked away without saying a word to her.“I can’t believe Puertelas did this to me,” I confided in Julia, my voice shaking with anger. “I’ve been loyal to the Bloodline Pack for years, and this is how they treat me? By reassigning me to Clara and promoting Lucy to Dani’s maid.”“Maybe you should consider sp

Dawn scoffs, " No. They're doing what they are supposed to do. Also if you are worried about the woman who was supposed to get the project, don't worry about it. She has been bullying her people more than anyone. She will expose Spring and herself. This is her Karma." " I... I see!" Dawn glances at her phone screen and stops circling the dates, " Mr Holden! I told you when I hired you. In this game, I am the villain who is selfish and cruel to certain people. I will do all the illegal work in a legal way. If you think you can't do it, you can back up now. To destroy them, I will give my own life! So this is a minor thing on my way to get my revenge!"

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

Her heart still thundered in her chest from the outburst of memories Nyx made her go through. She was no longer Carmen Wade, a woman of no consequence in her modern world. She was now, mysteriously, Daphne Vasquez. The tragic princess doomed to a life of obsession, misery, betrayal, and death by the sword at the hands of the man she fell in love with. The weight of that knowledge pressed down on her like an iron shroud. Everything was just so similar to her old life. Was that why Nyx picked this particular story? Was Nyx really on her side or did she just enjoy watching her suffer?

“You guys have no idea how much humiliated I felt in front of Fernando.” “I’m afraid he might tell Marcellus about this recent incident,” Noah says, voicing dreadful. I swallow the lump in my throat. There we go, another maniac who willingly wants to die at my hands. Isn’t it better to put the whole world on fire so that no one can lift their finger against my lady? “He won’t,” Bryce wheezes, taking his statement as a joke. “Yet,” Noah warns. “Relax, we will find her till then,” the black-haired guy says.

she says, her voice raspy but firm, "and my former employees... they orchestrated a coup. They framed me. They stole my life's work and unleashed a dangerous weapon on the world." She looks directly into the lens. "I am not the villain," she says. "I am the only one who knows how to stop it. And I demand the chance to testify." The ticker scrolls beneath her face: EVELYN VOSS VOWS TO "SAVE HUMANITY" FROM ROGUE AI. I stare at the screen. She’s not gone. She’s not broken. She’s back. And she’s spinning the story. "She's going to fight," Alex says, his face hardening. "She's going to try to take it back."

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

Suddenly, the world she had forged — a world built on theft, lies, and graft — felt perilously close to collapse. Outside, the carriage bearing Dacy rattled toward the palace jail. Inside, the woman who had once spun webs of shame and power sat small, cuffed, eyes still blazing with the promise of revenge. She would have time to think now — to plot or to break. Either way, she would not be the same. And in the palace, the wheels of justice had turned one uncertain, satisfying half-turn: a captured villain, a saved maid, and a princess who had refused to be a victim.

"You’re nothing like her. A villain like you doesn't even deserve the comparison." "I’m the villain?" Yvonne laughed manically. "You people made me this way! Why does she get to be the perfect princess? I hate her. That’s why I kept framing her. I want everyone to hate her, too. But she left because of you!" she screamed, turning it back on him. "You were her husband. But you never trusted her. You made her suffer every day. Shawn Scott, you’re the real criminal here!"