Cross Dressing Villainess Cecilia Sylvie Novels & Stories

“Then it looks like we’ll just have to ensure we’re part of it.” Eleanor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” Victoria’s lips curled into a subtle smirk. “I have my ways.” Meanwhile, across the city, Cecilia Hastings had also returned. But unlike Victoria, who had chosen to endure her disgrace quietly, Cecilia had spiraled. After fleeing the country in a desperate attempt to escape reality, she had drowned herself in hedonistic pleasures, drugs, alcohol, fleeting one night stands. But no matter how much she tried to lose herself in the chaos, the fear of the video’s release lingered like a curse.

"Ashley, you're nothing but a useless waste without a wolf spirit! You don't deserve to stand in this noble hallway! I'll call the guards right now and have them strip that dress off you—the one you clearly don't deserve to wear—and toss you out of this manor like the pathetic stray you are!" Strip off my dress? The blood in my veins boiled instantly, but I refused to let my anger get the better of me. Instead, I let out a cold, mocking laugh. Selena was nothing more than a pawn. The real issue here was Cecilia. I shifted my gaze to Cecilia and said, "Honestly, I'm surprised. I always thought the Darkriver Pack's princess carried an unshakable sense of charm and poise. But clearly, I was wro

(Cecilia kisses Dylan and Dylan kisses her passionately, Soon He removes her gown hastily and kisses her neck & body while she mo@ns softly, and in no time, they're engaging in a heated rom@nce) (Later that day, Cecilia sneaks back into the castle) Queen Victoria: Where the h€ll have you been? Princess Cecilia: I went to see a friend Queen Victoria: Without an escort? Princess Cecilia: (rudely) I don't need an escort! Queen Victoria: Tell that to your father when I tell him what you've been up to Princess Cecilia: Go ahead! Queen Victoria: Oh really, I should tell him you've been going to see Dylan, the hoodlum who's also a wanted criminal. Princess Cecilia: (shocked) I don't know what you'r

“Ysabelle felt numb when the anaesthetics needle fierce to her legs. The bullet was different from the normal bullet of the gun. She was fainted and can’t move her legs. She pulled out the trigger of her gun but the man easily dodge it. The another man appeared and kicked her stomach. She threw away and twisted in pain. “How dare to come here! Tell me, did Ammon summoned you two here?” shouted Cecilia to them. “Your so smart beautiful lady, even your in 45's but you’ve still young and you have maintained your body figure. your so fucking hot and I’m excited to be yours!” said the man maniacally. “Bastard!” then Cecilia rushed over towards them and was about to kicked them but the man sudde

After walking over to Stanley, she pretended to slip and fall in his direction. As soon as Xyla came out, she saw this scene unfolding before her. She could not help but frown as a feeling of panic spread from her heart. Xyla had always known that Cecelia was a b*tch, so much so that she had even tried to seduce Tom Sullivan. Hence, Xyla was not surprised that she was trying to seduce Stanley now. With a deep frown on his face, Stanley dodged reflexively. In the next instant, Cecelia fell onto the ground.

Gina said, accusing me, even though she knew that the maid had brought the dress to me by mistake. “I didn't know and you knew!” I raised my voice and she looked stunned, taken aback by my outburst. “Oh, carry on, Celine. You will be mocked today again because of your barrenness. You are just a little slut who wants to milk Nicholas dry.” Celine said and I chuckled. Is that all she can say? “And I will tell them about how you slept with almost everyone in his company. You think I didn't know you had a crush on Nicholas.” I asked and she stormed towards me.

Cecilia, filled with concern, ventures to assess Thorne's well-being and subsequently liberates him to flee, driven by her affection for him and the knowledge that Sasha intends to execute him the following evening. Cecilia, with her compassionate heart, couldn't bear the thought of Thorne languishing in captivity. Despite his earlier transgressions, she recognized the humanity within him and couldn't ignore the imminent threat to his life. Determined to save him from Sasha's malevolent intentions, she resolved to take matters into her own hands.

With that, she tried once again to grab Diana’s hair. “Let go!” Julian didn’t expect Cecilia to suddenly make a move. The sight of Diana wincing in pain made him anxious. “Cecilia Jarvis, let go right now!” “Never!” She yelled, her voice resounding in the villa. Her eyes were wide open, and her eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. “I want all the vixens in the world to know the consequences of seducing other women’s men!” she screamed. With her vice-like grip on Diana’s hair, she seemed to possess superhuman strength. Julian and Noel couldn’t pry her away from Diana, no matter how hard they tried.

… Once Cecilia was feeling better, she went out of her way to put on a bright red dress and heavy makeup, deliberately imitating Alessia's style before coming to see Vito. When he opened the door and saw her, he froze for a second. That harsh flash of red burned through his vision like fire, searing his memories. And yet his first instinct was to frown and blurt out, "This doesn't suit you. You should change back to your old style." The second the words left his mouth, both of them were stunned. Cecilia's eyes instantly filled with tears, and she turned and ran. Vito tried to go after her to explain, but his feet felt like they were filled with lead. No matter how he tried, he couldn't make

‘We didn’t fail completely, we killed Victor and were just to kill’ she was clarifying him and letting him know that they didn’t fail fully, instead were able to achieve half of the agenda, but the man with hardened expression raised his hand to stop, his icy cold eyes caused shiver run down in the spine of three small ugly women. ‘You didn’t kill Caleb Donovan, isn’t it?’ Cecilia’s head lowered and it was an answer of his question, he chuckled at her head and laughed, it was cold and empty, no emotions, sounded like a fake one. All three witched exchanged their gazes in fear, because they knew what would come next moment. The loud shattering of glass echoed in that small room, small pieces