Crossdressing Villainess Novels & Stories

A dangerous, blood red dress that hugged her body like it was painted on, every inch of it designed to command attention and exude power. The dress was a silky fabric, It clung to her curves, with a neckline so low as if daring the world to challenge her. A high slit ran up the side, revealingly her thighs, catching the light just so, while a delicate necklace of tiny diamonds glittered against her pale skin, each stone a tiny, cold star against the night.She looked like a predator a beautiful, deadly predator who knew exactly how dangerous she was. “Going somewhere?” Christina started her voice laced with mockery, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she leaned in closer. Her eyes, sharp an

It was an off-shoulder dress. The woman had short brown curly hair and she was very beautiful but it was clear she had done a lot of makeup. Everything about her was fake. Angela hated that. She didn’t see the woman as beautiful anymore. What scared her was the woman had wings but they were black and burning. Fire was burning them. She was untouched and unmoved by the burning of the fire. That was when she realized the fire wasn’t burning her; she was the fire. The lower part of her dress was also burning. Everything about her was evil. She was the one leading the army but who was she?

I squint as I snap my fingers, and as soon as I did, I claimed the object and gave Claudius comfort once more so that he was able to kill everyone around him and save the Alchemist. “I'm surprised that the diamond I've been attempting to grow has developed into a lovely young lady, Wiccer, or should I say Lady Rominus, and that you can never kill me, Claudius.”

She cried, wiping the side of her eyes. "I don't know why Captain Cathaway would accuse me of such just because two teenagers dressed up like me. I..." She sniffed, making me roll my eyes in disgust. In the comments, I was expecting her fans to take her side and come at me for targeting their Queen. But I was left astonished at what I saw. "Listen to this, John... You said the Captain is accusing you wrongly, but the sisters were clearly copying your every pose, dressing, and style of talking. Do you want to say that doesn't count as influencing their behavior?" I read one of the comments, listening to John cackle.

"I admire your spirit, but you're mine now. You do as I say, or you'll find out just how quickly things can go from bad to worse." She swallowed hard, unwilling to push him further. Dallion was known as the most dangerous man in the underworld, the kind of man people only whispered about. The head of the infamous Cross family, he had more blood on his hands than anyone could count. And now she was trapped in his world. "I need to use the bathroom," she whispered, the humiliation of asking for permission stinging at her pride. But there was no way around it. The chain around her ankle wasn’t just for show.

A literal rubber Arianna face like I was watching Scooby-Doo. I didn’t expect that. I snapped the phone shut like it burned. “Fuck you, author,” I hissed. “What kind of deranged W*****d-N*****x crossover is this? How can the villain be as smart as the main character? Make it make sense!” I paced in tight circles around Arianna’s ridiculously glossy bedroom, still fuming. “She wore a mask,” I said again, louder this time. “This bitch wore a mask. Who does that? Scooby-Doo villains? Halloween drag queens? A psychopath villain?

Every billionairess. Every board member. Every fake friend and backstabber in a dress with a champagne glass. I had no plans of going. Until this. Until that recording. Until they made me look like the villain in my own damn life. I marched to the closet. Snatched the darkest, sexiest, most dramatic gown I could find. Velvet black with a slit that screamed “Try me.” I threw it on. Red lipstick. Diamond cuffs. Louboutins that could kill a man if I stepped hard enough.

Elle is slowly brushing her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. She’s wearing a silky negligee which perfectly highlights her perky b*easts. Taking her silky hair, she carefully prepares herself for another torturous night with Vincent. After being with Hector for so long, she has learnt how to manipulate men. Vincent is no better than his son; he’s worse. But it doesn’t matter to her. Her eyes are still on Ryder. She’s in the room she now shares with Vincent. Outwardly, she’s looking like a doll. Her pale skin is glowing while her dark hair is swaying in the air. There’s a soft blush on her cheeks and she looks as angelic as ever.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

Her eyes were sharp and terrifyingly intense as she stared at me and Alistair. My mouth fell open at this bizarre situation. But I recognized her at a glance. Holy shit! She's my fellow villainess, Primrose Stella Antebellum, and my brother's fiance. She's truly a beauty, but unlike Bella, her sharp gaze and cold expression makes her looked pretty scary. The author seemed to want to make it obvious that she's a villainess. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice she already stood in front of us, and suddenly she pulled me up from my seat, separating me from Alistair.