Bad Heroines Novels & Stories

"Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,” "Her methods may have been vicious but that wasn't all she knew. For someone raised in an abusive family, no matter what she did, she had no friends because to her parents they were useless. She had nothing she loved because everything was forced on her, she had to be the model daughter whether she liked it or not." The villainess suffered for everything but she didn't get any recognition. In the case of the female lead, she was stupid, took everything as a joke and messed up the protagoni

I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m the bad guy. I’ve been the bad guy ever since people found out I was cheating on my mate. I know cheating on mates is a bad thing, but I have a high libido. Sally could never keep up and honestly, I don’t find her that attractive. I know she is seen as a saint with her wonderful and forgiving personality. I’m seen as the bad guy, the cheater, the unfaithful one.

My parents could do nothing but shake their head and cry blood. Why do bad things happen to good people ? Huh?! I only wanted to experience true love , not the kinds in the fairytale but the one of selfishness and sacrifice my parents shared but it seems like my fate is to end up as a slave whore because I’m willing to go to whatever extent or do whatever I can to redeem my family. “That’s enough drama for today , I’m going to go ahead with your rejected daughter and see what the market value has to offer …I’m doing you a favour , rejected omegas end up becoming rogues , slaves or whores” said Alpha Aaron casually before standing up from his chair.

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

The first impression is a battle. Not a battle I can name. A battle older than naming. Seven women — taller than any mer I have seen, scaled in colors I do not have names for, bone-crowned in a way Morrigwen was a small echo of — fighting something that did not have a shape. The fight took an age. The seven women lost most of what they were. They won by becoming the prison. The second impression is the splitting.

“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?”

’ I groaned, looking down at my boner, a painful reminder of my miscalculated decision. I’d thought at that point that preventing her from coming by my fingers would put her head in a space where she would want her orgasm too much to damn the consequences. In other words, I thought she would be thinking with her cunt and not her head. But I was fucking wrong. Ugo Chike is not just any girl, she is my nemesis, God’s punishment to me for all my hideous sins. “God,” I murmured. God must think she is the best punishment for me, but maybe he has no idea that I’m a big fan of this punishment he handed down to me. Because I love what she does to me and how she brings me to my knees with just a star

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Sadness evolved her whole body as she stared sadly at the picture frame, she didn't even when tears started to stream down her face, her mother couldn't even make it to see her successful. Was this it? Was this the life she wanted Was this the life her mother ever wanted her to life? Why? What even made her to kill the princess? It wasn't the princess fault that she was born poor and the princess was not, she had no essence of living. She really had no essence of living, outside she was a fearful underworld queen but inside she was like a delicate shell.

Yes, please. “It's because you are the Alpha of the pack. The best Alpha recorded in history. The only wolf to ever get close to the Lycan Lord and survive. The only wolf to lose her wolf and get it back. The only Alpha to lead the greatest people in battle — even though most of them ended up betraying you but that made you stronger. You never stayed down. And you rose to become the moon warrior. And all this things you achieved being the one thing people didn't expect anything from — a woman. So tell me isn't all this achievement enough to shut the strongest man of all times?” “I know, mother,” I let out a sigh. “It's just that the villagers will only see me as a woman.”