Cursed Villainess Obsession Novels & Stories

“Hmm… His Majesty is better than he in any way. You’re on our side, then why are you so scared?” “Are you kidding me? You haven’t seen the looks in that vampire’s eyes. Zev looked handsome despite called a ‘demon’, all right. But Victor doesn’t need to be called a demon or anything as he would just put them to shame. He’s more than that! He’s…” Layla was trying to find the right word to describe Victor’s appeal to her. However, her vocabulary was limited that she could only settle for the same word over and over again. “Obsessed,” Lucian mumbled. “You mean to say that he’s obsessed. Aside from being cold-blooded, the vampire lord believed that he could get anything he wanted. Including you,

I imagine the marks I'll leave on her skin, the bruises I'll inflict as I use her for my own twisted pleasure. It's wrong. I know it's wrong. But I can't stop. I won't stop. Not until I have her. Not until I've made her mine. The thought of claiming her, of ruining her for anyone else, sends a dark thrill through me. She'll be mine. Only mine. Forever. I'm losing myself to this obsession. I'm spiraling out of control, and I don't care. Let me fall. Let me drown. As long as I have Marianna in the end, nothing else matters.

The Bone Seer stood at the far end, her veil slick with blood, her frame trembling like a vessel barely containing the rot inside. She smiled, cruel and thin. “So the dead prince rises again. Will you fall a second time?” I wanted to tear her apart. My body pulsed with hunger, my strength rawer, sharper, almost feral. Yet when my gaze brushed Morwenna’s face across the battlefield—hair wild, blade dripping gore, eyes locked on me as though she’d breathed me back into existence—the fury twisted into something else. Obsession. Not just mine, hers too. I saw it in the tremor of her lip, in the reckless way she staggered toward me even as enemies lunged at her from every angle. That bond, reforg

Jaxon turned and walked away. But the others remained. They watched. They whispered. And in their eyes, I saw the narrative shift once more - not toward the villainess as murderer, but toward the villainess as corruptor. The woman who had tamed a cursed prince with her blood and her body, who had forged a forbidden bond that threatened the very foundations of their world. The Author's Contract burned in the back of my mind, a warning and a promise. Too many people noticed. But as Riven's thumb traced the pulse in my wrist, as his crimson eyes met mine with the absolute certainty of a man who had chosen his damnation and found it sweet, I thought: let them notice.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“But first, I need answers.” She crossed her arms, waiting for me to continue. “I’ve been cursed,” I began, pacing the room. “My bloodlust is uncontrollable. I’ve tried to suppress it, but it’s like a fire that only grows stronger. And love, it’s impossible for me. Every woman I’ve married has died. It has stretched on for years. An array of dead bodies that keep piling, which is too bad for me because I desperately need an heir for my bloodline to continue in case something happens to me.”

"Yes, the curse is passed for generation to generation." "Why is she so obsessed with the treasure?" "A diviner said that she will find it." "A diviner?" "Yes." "Who believes a word that they say?" "She does." "Did she plan anything?" "She tried to take me out of the picture." "She didn't succeed." "She is too proud to find the right people for the job." II

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

He would treat the girl who had a crush on Yang Tian-Xu like she was a princess and slowly makes her fall for him instead. Perhaps his jealously towards Yang Tian-Xu had made him become such a horrible playboy? No, he can only blame himself for being such a womaniser, he couldn’t help admired Yang Tian-Xu because surrounding him were the beautiful women. If Yang Tian-Xu wants to he can have any woman he wants. Everywhere Yang Tian-Xu goes there would be countless women who would throw themselves at him.

“I can’t… stop wanting you.” I pressed her against the wall, hands roaming possessively, lips capturing hers in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame in the city below. “Good,” I growled. “Because I don’t just want you. I own you. And anyone who tries to touch you… dies in the memory of my obsession.” The night stretched on — a storm of heat, desire, and obsession. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered possessive vow reminded us both that there was no going back. Sebastian Velez would never release what was his. And Ocean… she never wanted to escape.