Cursed Villainess Obsession Novels & Stories

I cried out in pain. He pulled me by my hairs and brought me closer to him. He grabbed me from behind and cupped my face. "Humans or wolves, angels or devils, no one could ever resist my charms, my power, my beauty. You think you can get away so easily? After all these years, I finally found the one who can make me surpass my own charms, I could never think that anyone could ever make me feel like this, anyone would ever be able to make me interested in them, because I was so full of myself. I never thought anyone could ever fulfill my standards. How can you even think of rejecting me? I am an alpha. I didn't ask for your opinion. If an alpha wants something, he gets it. A mere wolf like you

Lucifer said slowly as I started to glow red in anger. I can see her delicious body, you know what she is so perfect that she ignites the fire within me, and it takes an f**king full day to cool it down... But... Because of her sister's curse, I can't hold her !!! I can't make her mine !!! I need her bloody permission before I would do anything, I cannot bring her with me without her consent, despite being so powerful... My dear brother I would love to force her, love to show her the right place “Forcefully”

"Your mother was a light in this house, strong and kind. But after she fell ill, Ma Felicia—then just Felicia Voss, a distant cousin by marriage—started visiting more often. Offering 'remedies' from her herb garden. I caught her once, slipping something into your mother's tea. I thought it was innocent at the time, but later... the way your mother wasted away, the strange fevers that no doctor could cure. And then, after she passed, Felicia wormed her way into your father's heart, playing the sympathetic widow. But I suspect poison, slow and subtle, to clear her path. And Serena? Likely born from some earlier liaison, hidden to avoid scandal. Now they're using her as a pawn—or a weapon—to se

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

She later became obsessed with him and so did he. They couldn't go just for a day or night together without making love to each other. But not quite long, she began to notice some strange things about him. Could he be that her Prince charming, her night in shinning armor who had just rescued her from her recent heart break. Or could he be something worse, worse than what she could never imagine. Let's find out as we follow Rose through her endless journey to romance, watch as her life turns into a nightmare, a horror movie as she is made to become something she would never dream of becoming.

“You’re not here for fun. You’re here because your pussy’s starving and his cock’s forgotten how to fuck.” They turned. She was stunning. Dark eyes, long black gloves, red leather corset hugging her waist like a whip. She smelled like sex and power. “I’m Dr. Vale,” she said. “I’m a sex therapist. But I don’t do talking. I teach couples with wet mouths and thick dicks.” .The woman didn’t blink—just looked Sariah up and down like she already knew where this was headed. “You’re bored,” the woman said. Her voice was velvet wrapped around a knife. “And he’s frustrated.”