Alicia Williams Villainess Novels & Stories

Are American cafés this chaotic, or is it just this particular one? And I notice someone in the far corner on the opposite side. Based on her body build, it's a woman. She is alone too. She's wearing an all-black combination, her face cap lowered, and her sitting posture makes it impossible to read her side profile. Her dressing style gives her a mysterious look. "She's my ex, I don't know why she's still using my name," the guy defends himself, their heated argument made me stop to listen. “I saw her damn account, your videos, your name, everything.” The lady’s voice rises. She isn't really sad, all I can see is anger, not heartbreak.

I simply gaze at her, trying to keep my expression cool, but inside, I’m boiling. “Really?” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “Apologize for what exactly?” Alicia’s blue eyes widen slightly as if she’s wounded by my mistrust. “For everything,” she adds, her grin never cracking. “For the things we said before… about you and Callum. We didn’t want to offend you.” Her remarks are honeyed, too sweet, too prepared. My belly twists in loathing. This is a game to her—a power move, as always. She understands how to influence people, and how to make them think anything she wants. But not me. I won’t fall for it.

Their bodies moved, but their will meant nothing—not even the act of breathing was their choice. Suddenly, Regan burst into laughter. The corner of Alicia’s mouth twitched; she raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never been scared of anything in my life,” he said. “But you… you actually scared me. Who are you? Who the hell are you really?” Alicia chuckled softly. “I’m someone who was betrayed. Someone who faced death and crawled back from it. I was reborn from the ashes—a phoenix soaked in blood. I live now for vengeance.”

“Relax. I’m just trying to make new friends. Stop gatekeeping people” And just like that, she turned and walked out, her hips swaying, a smile still plastered on her face. I stood there, stunned. “That was… intense,” I said carefully, turning to Alicia Alicia’s lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, she sighed. “Don’t let the nice face fool you, She’s not sweet as she looks, She’s a viper” “Thank you for the reminder” I replied, a thoughtful frown on my face.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

I hate weak girls who keeps on romanticizing every guy’s hypocrisy! “Don’t talk to me like that. Fix yourself Jai, you look horrible” I told her in a straight and cold voice. I pity her and at the same time if affects me seeing her in that condition. I don’t want to be so soft to her because I want her to be a strong woman and not just anyone that a guy can peek on to. Among us, Jaira is the most demure and vulnerable while Ara and Hailee are both tough and feeble.

The both of them left the house together, as they walked through the pack to the forest, they could hear a lot of whispering. "isn't that the prisoner from creekwood?" someone asked in a whisper. "yes, that's her. I heard she tried to kill our beloved Lily out of jealousy" someone replied. "she was jealous that the alpha picked Lily over her" "did she really try to compare herself with our beautiful Lily? What a joke, she is so ugly" Helena cleared her throat and turned around to give the gossipers a stern look. They quickly dispersed. Helena looked at Ava and patted her hand sympathetically. "don't pay any heed to them, they are just talkatives"

Someone who would serve under me, the one to dress me, entertain me, do my every bidding, keep me company. On the one hand, I liked the fact that I could keep my enemy close. On the other hand, it’s a terrible idea. It’s almost like Camilla was pitting me against her, setting me up to fail. I may have truly offended Her Imperial Majesty that time in Rozenberg. The cameras flashed again, capturing our interaction. I could almost see the headlines tomorrow: The Villainess Strikes Again. Another Day, Another Chance to Treat the King’s Lover Like a Servant.

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.

"Fine by me! From now on, you're no longer my cousin! Growing up, everybody only had their attention on you. Even on my wedding day, you just couldn't let me have that one day for myself!" "I'll just be honest with you. Drugging you was actually my idea. I want to ruin your life so badly that you lose everything, and I want you to bow down to me!" Alicia exploded. All these years, every rage and dissatisfaction she had bottled up inside had festered. Today, she had to let Nicholas ravage Willow. Only then would Willow stop being so full of herself. Her goal would finally be achieved. Willow was livid. If Nicholas really did assault her, she wouldn't be able to tell anyone.