Born As The Villainess Daughter Novels & Stories

And ever since then she kept up the façade of being the Great Grey Wolf’s favorite daughter. But no one knew the difficulties it was to keep up with the daughter figure of the great empire. It was stressful. Full of deception. When she was kind and sweet she was being used by everyone. They all played her like a fool. She lost her virginity along the way due to her stupidity. Ashamed of herself she locked herself away in her room for a whole week. Her father stated that she was too easily manipulated and thus being walked all over. He told her to grow a backbone. Be a strong and daring person. Never to let anyone look down on her. And she did just that. Since she couldn’t be good, she became

He dipped his hands back into his pockets and turned. Her eyes welled up with tears, which she quickly wiped away. She cannot be seen sobbing for fear of further humiliation. "I am the Pack's Alpha Princess, not the daughter of a traitor. My father is not a traitor—you falsely accused him because you wanted to overthrow him…." a sniffle. She took a large gulp. "I killed your daughter because you murdered my father. You should understand how it feels to lose a loved one...

They concentrated, and after trying for some time, they finally saw that vampire's face. After that, they found out where she was. The vampire girl was a born vampire. She was young, beautiful, powerful, fearless and had all the qualities a queen should have. She was the daughter of two strong vampires who were more than a hundred years old. She was their only daughter. Her name was Riva. Riva's parents, Dev and Yamini, have always been loyal to the vampire clan. Riva was raised like a warrior queen. Vishal, Anvi, Vanshika, Raghav and Meenaskshi were sitting together.

Everything falls into place now. "You know the rest of the story," she shrugs. "When I gave birth to that child...it was dead, of course. Because his werewolf half was poisoned by the vampire's venom. And...he turned me into a vampire in the process," she scoffs. "When I turned, your father knew then and there... that I was the one behind Valeria's murder."

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

I finished. Easton ran his hands through his hair. “Wow. That’s…” “It’s crazy.” I finished the sentence for him. I leaned back on the bed with a sigh. “I feel like my entire life was just one big lie.” I whispered. In one weekend I’ve found out the woman I’ve always called mama isn’t my mother, my dad marked my fake mom while my real mom was giving birth, I’m half Fae, I have some mysterious Fae powers, I have an Alpha aura and command, the parents I’ve know my whole life aren’t actually fated mates, and now there’s some potion involved.

"I will ignore the disrespect in that comment this time, as you are my friend, but there was nothing ordinary or low about her and she definitely wasn't a whore. She is the eldest daughter of the Vampire King and his Werewolf Queen." "So she is a hybrid. I thought she was just a vampire. That's what your father told me and that explains why it took so long for the silver to kick in, to have any effect on her. It wasn't just fighting to weaken her vampire, but to weaken her wolf as well. Well, damn me... Oops!!!" he smirks, "You know it's a pity you and your sister called in the King. I was looking forward to my turn with her. I have never had the pleasure of forcing a vampire or even a part

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.

She had been *promised* to it, the way some daughters are promised to convents in human kingdoms. I watch her bond. I watch her ask the pearl what it wants from her. I watch her offer it, in the kelp-circle, the body of her own newborn nephew — the first kill the Silver Pearl ever took through her, willingly given, in a private bonding ritual that her family had been preparing for three generations. The pearl in my chest pulses with respect. The respect makes me want to vomit. "That is what she is, eighth. That is what she has always been. Do not pity her. Do not — "