I Became The Villain Mother Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

I wrapped my legs around his waist because I needed to feel him as close as possible. "You're a bad man," I told him softly, and he kissed my forehead. "I know, babygirl," he said. "You should run as far away from me as possible. Because I might change my mind someday, and then there won't be a safe place for you in the world." I pressed myself closer, and finally, I began to understand why I needed to leave. My mother was the biggest villain here. My fists tightened in hatred as I remembered the way she'd washed me. The way she'd given me up to a complete fucking stranger - and was going to do it again, if Jake hadn't stopped her.

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.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

She'd changed a lot, and it seemed like life hadn't exactly been smooth sailing for her. "Ruth." I had mixed feelings when I heard her address me as her mother. I didn't know what else I could say. "Mom, I'm sorry." Ruth looked anxious. She fell to her knees before me and kept apologizing. "I know I was wrong, Mom. How have you been over the years? Do you still hate me? I know I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. "Vivian's a horrible woman! Not only did she trick Dad, but she even tried to sell me to human traffickers! I was too young to know any better. Mom, can you please forgive me?"

Daddy’s coming home. I cried then. Quiet, shaking sobs that I muffled against the babies’ soft hair. But when the tears stopped, steel replaced them. Victor thought he’d won. The court thought they’d broken Damien Voss. They were wrong. I was no longer the insecure girl pulled from a pool. I was Isla Voss—mother, lover, fighter. I would raise our children. I would guard the empire. I would visit Damien every single week and remind him exactly what he was fighting to come home to.

"She's always been a pain in my ass from the beginning. So it should be her." My mom smiled. But it was a sad smile. "I also thought Damon's mother, Kyra, might be the villain. Until it turned out to be someone I never expected." I stopped. "Who was it?" She opened the microwave and put my food inside. "A story for another day."

“As expected of my son! A crown princess is a good choice! That's how I got your mother too! Ahahahaha!” No, wait, honey, we can't allow our son to be a homewrecker! Oh, but she's an abandoned Crown Princess, he says? Then I guess it's o…kay, right? -END- *Thank you to the avid readers of The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later! Hope you enjoy this story. Look forward to the next story ^^*

Why was I the one who got to live when her favorite daughter died? Is my purpose always being discarded? “Hush, now child. Mommy is here.” She said, softly comforting me with her soothing voice as she patted my hair. This only made me cry harder. “Why did you hate Saphira, Mom?” I asked in between my sobs. Her expression instantly changed. “She made you that way. She made you ill.” I stopped. I am the villain in my mother’s eyes. I remembered it now. I was the one responsible for Lizzy. She had stage four cancer.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W