Female Villain Deku Novels & Stories

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

I repeated once again, as I hope I'm hearing things i don't bear to hear be the actual answer to my question but my hope crash as she slowly nodded at my words. I suddenly drop the knife I was holding, causing for it to crash to something or. I softly look down, only to see the maid holding the knife that I drop directed at her bloody stomach. She layed there, staring at me before her figure turned into ashes. I slowly freaked out but when I suddenly realize something, I began to calm down. Duke Yan Leocubus... Duke of Yuan Empire, father of the villainess and last... The one and only person who will kill the villainess the moment he fell in love in the female lead....

I can only think of one thing to say. "Yummy." His face is even redder. I'm not a virgin, but I've been around for a lot longer than him. He's untouched, which means he will be easy to train in how to please me. Basically, he's perfect. I turn back to the others after they get settled. "Let me show you the evils of Kakia." I raise my hands, and in the center of the table, the image of a grotesque woman with an abnormally large body, wild gray hair, and messed up teeth appears. She looks like a villain from a children's book.

"I guess your promise can wait a little longer. Besides ... I'm sure dealing with a human like Luke Lancaster does you no good." I've never seen Alice lose control in all the time I've known her. She is a Valkyrie, if the nation has a caste then the Valkyrie caste is above Volder. Valkyries are known for their grace and ... their cold blood. Alice turned her body slowly, one hand gripping her samurai sash. A cruel smile crossed her face as she looked at Dostov, "What do you want, Konstantin?"

the duchess from the south, duchess Lenkov, said, kissing my fingers. “Greetings, duchess Lenkov. Nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you and your grand boutique.” “Your grace is indeed special. It’s an honour to be recognised by you. Rumours weren’t wrong and then I saw you fight prince Hikari myself. I still cannot believe what I saw. You are strong, yet you haven’t lost your feminine energy at all. Now you are the second strongest werewolf in our whole pack. How do you feel?” She asked, her hands elegantly, holding the hand fan.

The frontrunner, by general consensus among both the servants and the candidates themselves, was the daughter of Duke Velmere of the northern provinces: Seraphina Velmere, twenty years old, Second Rank highest tier, Aura cultivation at an early but measurable stage, the kind of classical beauty that looked painted onto a surface rather than alive beneath it, with the controlled grace of someone who had been told since childhood that she was destined for exactly this. She was, I noted with the precision of someone doing an inventory I did not want to be doing, everything the selection was designed to find. I was watching from the outer gallery during the third-week garden social — the afterno

I want to see her crawl. I tilted my head. “Failure is a strong word coming from someone who thinks being marked by your mate is the biggest achievement for an omega. If Gabriel is busy, it’s because he has a pack to lead. And as his mate, I should help him by managing his pack’s affairs instead of being just a bed warmer like you.” The jab hit home. Lily’s face contorted, the refined lady vanishing to reveal the feral rogue beneath. With a shrill cry of rage, she lunged. She didn't shift, but her nails grew into claws as she swung wildly at my face.

The mysterious, rich, powerful, brooding, widowed Duke Alaric. Because of course she did. This was now officially a full-blown anime reincarnation plot with royalty, drama, and conveniently shirtless dukes incoming. But plot twist? He didn’t return her feelings. In fact, no one in this mansion liked her. Why? Because she was the cliché airheaded, naive noble girl. Pretty, yes. Kind, maybe. But painfully unaware. Manipulated, mocked, used. Zero power. Zero magic. Zero spine. So naturally, everyone hated her.

Eight wrinkled his nose " Boss! How can you make such a decision, it's degrading for someone as weak as that to imitate you, if you want a replacement, I can hire a professional actress to imitate you while you're gone, that weakling of a girl can never imitate you" Venom and Meek shook thier heads helplessly, there was really no cure for stupidity in this world, how could they hire an actress to imitate the leader of the undead? It was even worse than putting up with the spoilt heiress and a huge disgrace to their mercenary group. " There's this popular actress, Julia Reed, she's a bit good in martial arts, we can kidnap her" Eight continued, oblivious to the stares he was getting. Venom's

“- Ahhhh that’s it, go on, don’t stop, fuck me harder, harder! - Ah, you filthy bitch, I am going to cum! - Not yet! Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Harder! Do not stop! - Yeah, yeah, yeah… - I am close, go as fast as you can! - Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…… - Mmmmm…. aaaaaaaahhhhh…. I am done.” My name is Andrea and I am the Futanari queen, the goddess of sex, and whomever I choose is my submissive bitch. I go to the bar where you can ask for any drink your heart desires. The bartender is a beautiful siren with beautiful blue eyes and red hair. I ask for two shots of tequila and three slices of lemon, drink it fast, and go on to the dance floor.