Cursed Villainess Obsession Novels & Stories

Pure, savage relief. “Christ,” I cursed, voice raw, loud enough to split the silence. “That’s why. That’s why every time I laid eyes on La Rosa Nera, my body fucking reacted. My blood knew. My instincts knew. That pull, that rage, that goddamn obsession, it wasn’t split in two.” I dragged my hand through my hair, still laughing. “It was always you. Always my wife. My enemy. My obsession. The same woman after all.” She watched me. No guilt. No pleading. Her smile, the one she reserves for the moments she wants to cut me, spread slow and sure. It was the smile of someone who’d stacked the deck and then enjoyed watching the other man play his hand.

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

“Yes, she died. I had never seen her before, never talked. An interesting fact is that I didn't mind seeing her kill my army. All I could see was her and the surrounding glow, which was warming my heart.” “O, my devil! Majesty, I think she was the one who would lighten your heart and save you from corruption. Did you forget your curse, majesty? You will never feel love, warmth, and peace. Your slowly corrupted heart makes you more vulnerable. You will be the target of everyone, even you will want your death.” “Stop it! I know Maria, you don't have to repeat it, you just tell me how I can find that woman if she reincarnates."

he explains. Sebastian stared directly at me while he added, “It became a curse because it means my doom. I lose myself into a dark, unquenchable violence that would destroy everything on my path. The first manifestation happened a year ago and I massacred people.” “I have always been a brutal warrior but I become something so much worse under the curse. Something evil,” he said. “I lost myself, Veronica. It's like seeing it happen but not having the control to do anything. I will hurt anyone— I've hurt Luciana once already, in one of my episodes. I didn't recognize her.”

It was the sting of his indifference, the way he hadn’t acknowledged her, that had fueled her obsession. But now, that obsession had burned itself out, leaving behind something colder, sharper. The desire for revenge. Her life, once teetering on the edge of boredom, had suddenly taken on a new and thrilling purpose. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, a dark excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time. A twisted smirk curled at the corners of her lips as she stared at her reflection, now fully embracing the darkness within. She was no longer the woman seeking validation; she was something else entirely—something dangerous. And she knew exactly how to make the Don regret u

Now, her hatred had found a purpose, and she wouldn’t rest until it reached every corner of Carmela’s life. With a swift and decisive motion, she reached for the black candle beside her. Her fingers, bony and cold, wrapped around it as she tilted it over the ancient oracle basin that sat before her, its dark waters still and waiting. One by one, drops of melted wax dripped from the candle’s tip, hissing as they made contact with the water. The liquid darkened and began to swirl, forming strange, ominous shapes as if reacting to her presence, to her will. The sight thrilled her; it was a manifestation of her control, a sign that her power was taking root. This was no ordinary act—it was the b

"He was never mine in truth. Just a weapon forged for my use." I clenched my staff. "You really disgust me. Is it not bad enough that you stole from her without her knowledge?" He laughed softly. "Still clinging to your high ideals, Seer? Tell me—how many have died because you hesitated with the truth?" "Not as many as will die if you continue down this path. You’re binding a soul cursed with obsession." "I’m controlling it," he snapped. "Or would you rather I let him run wild, chasing after his sister like some moon-struck madman?"

She shoved her face in front of the mirror. My brows furrowed and I turned to her. “Excuse me. Are you talking to me? Who the hell is Alistair?” “The guy in a black mask that you are staring at as if your long-lost love had just returned,” She spat. I averted my gaze and noticed that my cheeks were already a deep shade of red. I didn't notice that someone had witnessed our interaction, but thankfully it wasn't Raphael. Who knows what he would have done? She threw me a dirty glance and stormed off the room angrily. I walked outside after fixing my dress.

All my years of being with so many bitches, I had never heard a sound like that. Her nipples shooting at me like a growing plant, poking through the fabric begging to be touched. The way her neck followed like she was being controlled, the one I almost lost last night as my dick jerked awake. She was sent to destroy me and I was going to let it happen. Either I get destroyed or she goes with me.

I told her. She gasped. "Goddess, why?" "Because Alpha Cillian wants revenge. He said Reis' ancestors stole the True Alpha title from his ancestors, and the Moon Goddess cursed him. Cillian also said I was the only one who could break Reis' curse. The blood moon is happening tonight. He wants me to kill Reis with a blade that he and his ancestors spent ages making, and he wants to mark me, believing he can inherit the True Alpha title back," I explained to Marcy.