Behold The True Villainess Novels & Stories

"I suppose we're meant to fight until only one remains? How pedestrian." But I can see the calculation in her eyes, the way she's already measuring distances, already planning which of us to eliminate first. The Villain-me laughs, a sound like breaking glass, and shadow tendrils writhe around her fingers like living smoke. "Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*."

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

My heart froze when the tip stopped in my direction. “She used magic!” I turned to Leon. “Isn’t that supposed to be against the rules?” “Are you scared already, weakling?” She smirked. Weak what? “Bring. It. On.” “Truth or dare?” My fingers greased my stilettos slightly. “Truth.” “Hmm... let’s see.” Ivella inspected her fingers before turning back to me. “How does it feel knowing you will not be alive long enough to graduate? For someone as powerless as you, it’s obvious you won’t survive. So tell me, how does it feel?”

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.

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.

Another Day, Another Chance to Treat the King’s Lover Like a Servant. Or something like that. Ever since I accepted Henry’s apology and got together with him again, I have been branded as ‘the villainess’ that was tearing Henry and Jade apart. It doesn’t matter that I was with Henry first. It doesn’t matter that he has a promise to fulfill me first. I wanted to be free of the relationship, but it didn’t matter in the end, because I was forced to stay. None of it mattered to the students at Aldervolf University, who only saw what they wanted to see. They thought they knew what was happening. No matter what the truth was, they wouldn't budge on their opinion, so I stopped caring and didn't bot

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

The corners of Brenna's lips curled up in a threatening manner; she pushed Fidelia back while shouting as if to attract the attention of those around her: "Fidelia, I know you want to kill me because I have Venn's love, and you don't. Even if you kill me, you won't have Venn's heart. Venn would never fall in love with a cold-blooded killer like you." "Brenna, you're crazy. Get out of my way." Fidelia shouted; she pushed Brenna away with her hand. Taking this opportunity, Brenna deliberately let her body fall to the ground, hitting her head on the floor to blame Fidelia. "Oh my God! Your forehead is bleeding." Alisa exclaimed, looking at Fidelia with terrified eyes. "Fidelia, you have finally

I guess I really did turn as a villainess, just what I had planned from the very beginning. Gone is the good princess. -- Third Point of View The woman wearing a tightly fitted red dress dug her long fingernails to her palm, that it even led to a bleeding. Her teeth gritted and anger can be seen on her face, she was an ugly sight to see not because of her appearance, but because of the rage showing on her forefront.

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