Crossdressing Villainess Novels & Stories

I am doomed ' With her hands crossed on her chest,she snarled "What are you saying? How can I take off my clothes" Xander sighed, "I gave you the wrong package. It is meant for someone else..take it off" Xander said as he stretched his hand to give her a bag of the cheap clothings she usually wears. Valeria's heart sank into her stomach. 'I was so foolish to think he actually would spend so much on a commoner like me '. Taking off the diamonds she dropped them on his palm without any physical contact. She feigned a bravé front, took the bag and said " How can I change in your presence?"

“You think you own everyone who walks through your doors? Think again.” His pained breathing filled the room as she straightened. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, adjusting her dress like nothing had happened, then strode toward the door. Anything for Harry. Now, she had three pieces of evidence. Sasha’s. Damien’s. Moretti’s. Ten more to go. The next on her damn kill row list was Valeria De Luca. A woman as ruthless as she was beautiful. A devil draped in silk, running an underground trafficking ring that made even the most hardened criminals shudder.

“Didn’t you almost die in Kai’s hand?” “Didn’t you almost die in mine?” I cocked a brow and she twitched her lips. Okay, maybe I was the one who almost died in hers, but that was only because she had magic. She wouldn’t stand a chance in hand-to-hand combat against me. “Pathetic thing,” she mumbled, eyes back to the wardrobe. “These dresses are so damn beautiful.” Lix Won trailed in the long silk gown she had tried on from her end of the room while looking at the mirror attached to the wardrobe. “Maybe if you guys stopped bickering for a second, you’d realize it.”

“I believe you.” She clearly hadn’t expected that response. A flash of resentment crossed her eyes, but she covered it up right away with that same pitiful expression. Then she started fake crying. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. Ethan’s the male lead. We’re destined to end up together. “Boo-hoo… I’m not a bad person. I never wanted it to be like this…” I was done watching her perform. I grabbed my phone and left. That afternoon, I’d found a kitten downstairs outside the dorms. Its leg was injured.

She smiled, "Imagine accusing I and the vice president of something like that. Do you know you can lose your position at NAD because of this?" He smiled at her too, "what is my position at NAD to me when I could make millions from selling the pictures I have of you both? And also I know you were the scientist behind plasmodyl, the killer drug." "Name your price?" He laughed, the idiot actually dared laugh at her, "what makes you think I want money? Like I said on the phone, I'm a secret admirer." He took her hand that was on the table and this time she did spit her drink... On him.

A woman in the middle of the crowd wore a black leather jacket with a crossbow behind her, giving her an extremely dominant look; she looked like a femme fatale. The narrow and long eyes on her exquisite face squinted at Wes with malicious intent.

"It was him. She seduced him. She played the victim, and the Wolf ate it up." Elara smiled. It was a sharp, predatory expression. "If Cyprian is the weapon... then I just need to be the one holding the trigger." She walked to the closet. She pushed aside the pastel sundresses and white blouses—her "innocent assistant" costume. She reached for a dress she had bought on a whim but never worn because Lysander said it was "too aggressive." It was crimson red. Satin. Backless. It was a Vespera dress.

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

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.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.