Novel & Cerita Evil Woman Villains

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

Alpha Evan asked, his furious gaze fixed on Alpha Adrian. Alpha Adrian glared at me, making me avert my gaze. I was too stunned to even try to defend myself. Besides, in my shocked state, I realised that no matter what I said, Alpha Adrian would obviously listen to Alpha Evan over me for he was an Alpha and I was Melody, the girl he hated more than anything in this world. I also belatedly realised that even if I tried to tell Alpha Adrian what I'd seen Alpha Evan do, he would never believe me. Heck, he'd probably sock me in the gut before I'd even finished my explanation.

She seemed to take a while but she finally walked out. “Hi!.” Lilith called out to me with a smile on her face. “Hi…, Lilith!.” I replied with a half smile, my head read on my palm. “I know you wanna talk!.” She said. I have known Lilith for a while, it’s been just two centuries since I knew her, I knew exactly how she loved her jobs. Lilith is the most shady and evil woman I have ment in my existence. The Queen of the demons, first wife of Adam and as well the ex wife of Lucifer but yet she rules the Demons, as her heart is black so is her practices.

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc

females—she-wolves who had committed crimes or brought shame to their bloodlines. Without the permission of their Alpha, these exiled women were condemned to rot in the Abbey until they died. The High Matron was always chosen by her predecessor from among the prisoners. These were women who had been ground down by decades of bitterness. Those who didn't die of grief became twisted, their inner wolves driven mad by isolation. When they gained a scrap of power, they used it to torture the fresh meat. It was a cycle of abuse. *But those old witches couldn't break me,* Serena thought, sinking lower into the water. *They tried. Goddess knows they tried.*

I had heard whispers he slept with Caroline without losing control but deep down I always believed that had something to do with Ariana. As if her presence anchored him. As if she dulled whatever curse ran through his veins. Perhaps being near her kept the monster contained. Or perhaps… It was already broken. “Who really is she to your master?” I asked quietly and the witch’s lips curled. “She is his bride,” she said reverently. “She is the Mother of Evil.” I almost laughed. Mother of Evil? Ariana who was sold by her parents?, hated by everyone who was supposed to love her?, kind?

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

She moved like a viper—dangerous, seductive, unhinged. Behind her, two men dragged a body into the corner. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look. Just kept walking. “Are you sure?” asked the man at her side. “About going back?” Valeria turned slowly, her eyes glinting with feral obsession. “He belongs to me.” “He’s built an empire. Untouchable now. You saw what he did to Volkov.” A sick smile curved her lips. “And yet he let himself get soft. A woman. A baby. How precious.”

I whispered. "I know!" Eva said, holding one of my hands and kneeling on one knee as a medieval knight. "You don't have to explain. I understand. You must have been forced, right?" What? ! I'm dumbfounded. Eva began to immerse herself in her story and tell it vividly. "Rumor has it that the Black Valley Pack's alpha is a demon. He is cruel and ugly. He killed countless girls. One day, a pure and beautiful girl attracted his attention. He couldn't control his urges, so he... ... Selena, which pack are you again?"

She couldn't let this woman know how much her heart was hurting… How much her chest ached. “Did I ever say that?” Val managed to retort. “I don't want someone like Adam, I never will.” Mrs. Harrison’s eyes narrowed on her. “Then why do you have to be so evil? Just look at what you're doing to our family.” “You're the evil ones who killed my baby and tried to kill me,” Valerie fired back, suddenly finding her courage even though her voice trembled and she knew that it wouldn't be long before she broke into tears.