Falling In Love With The Villainess Novels & Stories

“You’re definitely freaking out because the girl you like is out on a date with some random guy.” I raised my brows in disbelief. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” He leaned on his chair with both of his arms placed on his nape. “I don’t understand, Mr. Russo. Why do you keep denying you like her when it’s totally obvious? I see it all over you. You like Ms. Moretti.” “I—” I froze for a moment, staring at him. Do I like Isabella Moretti? Of course not. I’m not falling for the enemies-to-lovers troupe, that’s totally out of my style.

Without a warning his hands came around the back of my neck pulling me back and making me look at him, my skin turned on fire where his hands were touching me and the fire spread through my whole body. His lips twitched, eyes darkened and he spoke in his hateful bossy tone"If I kiss you, you'll be part of my hell. I'll ruin you in ways you could never imagine. I am not the hero you have taken me as, I'm the villain who'll burn everything just to make sure what's mine is safe. I'm not a gentleman Miss Vitalio," I wanted to ask him to ruin me the way he wants to, I wanted to ask him to burn me in his fire but the voice never came out of my throat. I felt life leaving my body. My vision was haz

I am a succubus, and during my heat cycle, I must have sex with a partner to survive. After rescuing a serpentfolk man, a species renowned in the beast-kin world for possessing the most potent sexual prowess of all, I used the favor to make him help me through my heat. And just as I was clinging to him again, begging him to take care of my needs, a stream of scrolling comments flashed before my eyes: [The villainess doesn't even realize she's been hate-sexed this whole time! The male lead despises her for defiling his body!]

Aesthelia was about to explain what happened when she got interrupted by Gior's growl. Aesthelia felt her lips run dry. She can't stop herself from glaring at the man. "What excuses would you make this time? Aren't you being foolish to think you could get away with your lies? " Gior spoke, burning in rage, and it was visible in his eyes that the trust he had in Aesthelia was long gone. Aesthelia's jaw clenched. The character she was so in love with turns out differently now that she's meeting him as the villainess, Aesthelia Rasc.

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.

He stopped a few feet away, looking me up and down like I was something dirty on the bottom of his shoe. “You really think you’ve won, don’t you?” he continued, his tone low and venomous. “Parading around as Matteo’s wife. Sleeping in his bed. Acting like you’re one of us. Let me be very clear, girl. You are not. You are a mistake. A cheap replacement for the sister who actually had the spine to play this game properly. Giselle at least understood power. You? You’re just a pretty little nobody who got lucky.”

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Her name fell from my lips, softer this time. “Selene…” And when I pulled her toward me, her cries filled the room— Echoing against stone and silence— Until they became something else entirely. Not love. Not hate. Something darker. Something final. And somewhere deep inside me… I accepted it. If I had to be the villain to remain in her story— Then so be it. 🔥

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.

"High Pillar, uhn? I must admit, I suspected that you were dabbling into some thing but I had always guessed it was towards me, but the one you claimed to love so much? Now, that is a reach Lady Delice." "I love his Majesty." "You sure do." Zezi walked carefully, taking in the room. It was nothing extraordinary, just simple and comfy. "You have a weird way of showing it." "I have my reasons and you won't understand. Will you like to sit?" She pulled out her dressing chair but Zezi folded her arms. For some reasons, she was angry. Maybe it was the bond. That silly thing was always dabbling anyways. "Sounds like what every villain would say?"