I Am The Villainess Novels & Stories

Alpha I-Oh was clever, he would criticize someone while wrapping his words in sugar-coated language. “Monique is busy. But I am here. I have been gifted magic by her. She begged the devil to let her split her magic with me, and well, here I am, better than before.” She had masked her voice in that weird high-pitched tone, almost like trying to renew her entire personality. I didn’t understand the fact that she really thought this was her victory. Being a villain was her dream? I could never understand people like her. But then again, I wasn’t a hero myself anymore.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

Reaches for her robes. Whatever this is — these fragments, these deaths, this sentence written into her soul before she was born — she will not spend another seventeen years simply enduring it. The clan elders have decided this will be the year she sees the outside world. Her debut. The great revealing. The Hidden Daughter of Vaelith, finally presented to a world that has mostly stopped believing she exists. She pulls her collar straight. Adjusts the silver clasp at her shoulder. Catches her own reflection in the dark window glass — pale and still and, in the absence of careful expression, briefly, terribly tired.

“Better than I imagined.” Kane's grin widened. “What is?” I tilted my head, savoring the thought. "My plan to destroy Maryelle and Phantom’s relationship. And once I'm done, I’ll do what I always do—save Phantom. He’ll turn to me, and like a moth to a flame, he’ll choose me. This time I’m not settling for the girlfriend position. I’m going to be his queen. I’ll make sure girls like Maryelle and floozies like Lola never have access to him again. Our people deserve better. Positive change won’t happen unless someone decides to do what needs to be done. I’m happy to be the temporary villain if it means saving Phantom and this kingdom.”

“If I’m stuck in this world, I’m not living it like some spineless doormat.” The mice blinked at her, bewildered. Sandy—no, Erella—smirked, determination glinting in her eyes. “This story’s going to change. If fate thinks I’ll play the sweet little servant who waits around for magic, it’s got another thing coming.” She looked up, voice firm and resolute. “DARN IT!!! I’d rather be the villainess than this doormat of a heroine!” she cried out in frustration.

She didn’t offer me a seat. “Well, what exactly are you so afraid of, Vanessa?” “I know who you are, and I know what you’re capable of.” That made her laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean? You make me sound like a villain from a children’s fable.” “You are,” I said honestly. “To those who cross you. To anyone who disobeys you. I’ve seen what you can do.” She crossed her arms, amusement flickering in her eyes. “So you came all this way to beg a villain?”

she says, her voice raspy but firm, "and my former employees... they orchestrated a coup. They framed me. They stole my life's work and unleashed a dangerous weapon on the world." She looks directly into the lens. "I am not the villain," she says. "I am the only one who knows how to stop it. And I demand the chance to testify." The ticker scrolls beneath her face: EVELYN VOSS VOWS TO "SAVE HUMANITY" FROM ROGUE AI. I stare at the screen. She’s not gone. She’s not broken. She’s back. And she’s spinning the story. "She's going to fight," Alex says, his face hardening. "She's going to try to take it back."