Cinderella Villain Novels & Stories

I was simply playing my role in a larger scheme, and her emotions were proof of my success in manipulating her. “Well, Dahlia,” I said, my tone gentle, “I’m glad you’re excited. I just wanted to make sure you had a memorable holiday. I’ll ensure everything is perfect.” As Dahlia’s eyes shimmered with gratitude, I felt a fleeting pang of guilt—though it was quickly overshadowed by my satisfaction. I was using her as a pawn in my revenge, and every step of the plan was falling into place. In the end, her happiness was merely a tool in my grand design, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I took in watching her respond to my every gesture.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

They had been talking about her, the lovely rose that clung to my mate. “Genesis…” Claude spoke and I just shook my head, I was determined to see this through. I may have been rejected but I’d be damned if they would take away what little strength I had in myself. “It’s a lovely part Claude it would be a shame for me to leave right now after all, every fairy tale needs a villain.” The roles had been reversed. I wasn’t Cinderella anymore in their eyes I had always been the villain. A few people spotted me within the crowd and after a while literally everyone had their attention towards me, I accepted the attention, I could appreciate the need to watch the drama unfold.

Irene said with a Tsk. “I guess you understand that now, clueless little Valencia.” She added with a mean grin, she literally cackled that villains in Disney movies like Cinderella’s evil step mother or the witch that kept Rapunzel locked up in that tower, Irene sounds eerily similar to them right now, it’s creepy.

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.

Her powers are getting stronger as she swoops down and grabs Pendleton by the neck. "Now you have nothing but your pathetic dignity. It's time to end you and destroy this fucking town!" "Stop!" I scream before Viola does something evil to her husband. "You have to stop this." "Who are you?" Then froze once she realized. "A witch!" "My name is Alice Von Rozen, the current lord of this land." I present myself with etiquette to try and calm a vengeful spirit like Viola. "The current lord?" "Yes, I know who you are and what this man did to you."

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

What does that even mean? Across the room, I hear Noah say something I never expected to hear. “One hundred million dollars if you ever want to see Ava again.” I whip toward Catherine, the evil, wicked grin pinned perfectly. I’m wrong. She’s not the inspiration for Cinderella’s stepmother. She’s the inspiration to every villain, from Disney to Pixar, to children’s nursery rhymes. She’s the epitome of absolute evil. “I suggest you be quiet, missy. Your face isn’t growing red from anger after all. There’s plenty more where that came from, so zip it.”

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.