Evil Princess Novels & Stories

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

I threw the broken phone away and stood up. I said it, I really said it. There was one more piece of information I held back from Sapphire. To get Cordelia's full service, I accepted my position as the new empress of the reformed race of Mirties Perlai. I never thought I'd use my powers and authority to start a fight that might turn into a war, but I'd do it. I'll rip out Vivica's heart and trade her soul for Sapphire's even if I have to use forbidden magic. Vivica deserved the curse for the crime of wiping out a family of gipsies just so she could claim a man as her beloved.

the Ancient Queen gritted her teeth. “At last, I found my Empress.” said the faerie with crimson eyes. Eleand held his head high and controlled himself not to look surprised. He never expected him to look like this. Esdras appeared like an innocent teenager incapable of doing evil things. But inside him lurked a monster—a dark demon hiding in the beauty of a faerie. The one in the middle was the Emperor, the faerie who sold his soul to Luxus. “Are you that desperate to seize Erganiv that you visit here yourself?” Rieska said, raising her one brow. She had finally regained her composure, and now she appeared unbothered.

Shailyn pointed her chin to the dark vibe girl. The girl stepped forehead, Ivan noticed her darker orbs. "I am Ravana, daughter of hell" she smirked. "I was with your pretty apprentice when you summon her, I had to come along. Maybe it would be fun" she winked at the male, running her tongue over her lips seductively. "We need to get us out from here," Shailyn said, feeling her eyes shutting on their own but restraining herself from falling asleep, especially when her mate was just holding her right.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

Two servant tunnels connected into her room, one to her bedroom and one to her dining room. She ran to her bathroom and lifted a tile on the floor. Below it was a stash of cash, weapons and tokens she had earned at a violent club down in the 4th ring. She knew her way around a stack of cards and could easily overpower a minion in a pit. She travelled between a few clubs. However, her favourite was a place called ‘Holes’. She lifted the money to reveal a ripped tight black suit and multiple tubes of wash out hair colouring. Her name in the 4th ring was Inerva meaning ‘Corrupted Stars’. She lifted the outfit and shoved the servant clothing underneath. Carefully she pulled the gown over her und

I asked him Delilah was nothing was a shadow of Eve, with her image like her and her being a human with no superpowers of any kind. “She is Eve!!.” And that was the moment I realized how much he wanted to believe this imposter was his bride and his girl from almost a billion years ago.

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

She gasped, and continued, "My apologies, dear. I was not thinking." "It's alright, mother. I do not think you are calling her names, I think it is happening for real. There is some kind of villainy going on around here." "All this to dethrone you and devoid you of your birthright," the Queen said. "I don't care about that, mother. I would never have returned to the Eternal Utopia if not for you." "I know." "But I need to know what happened to you? How did you get sick? The elves don't get sick, mother!" Aelanor sniffed.