I Became The Villain's Mother Novels & Stories

She yelled at me, before Vic could even answer. "Do you even know who this woman really is?" I asked Vic, concerned for her lapse of sanity. "She's my mom, Nemesis. She came back for me. I'm going to ditch this shithole, and go live with her." Vic told me, like this had always been the plan. "Vic, she doesn't even look old enough to BE your mother." I tried to reason with her. "How sweet! Victoria, you never told me that she was so sweet." Her 'mother' said, laughing. I gasped and jumped when I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder.

The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel. A villain whose spiraling descent into darkness would be triggered by a singular, devastating betrayal: the cold, unfeeling rejection from his mother. Her hands trembled in indecision, hovering awkwardly in the air as she grappled with conflicting emotions. Should she reach out to him? Comfort him? She was all too aware of the story—knew the path that lay ahead. In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband.

For some reason I knew I had hit him and I enjoyed seeing him confused, the Beatrix from before died, and the new one will take revenge for whatever she sees fit. 一 Beatrix, why did you say that? 一 My mother whispered as she held my arm. 一 Sorry for lying, but I wanted him to go through the same thing I went through when I saw the two of them kissing at the door of the room 一 I whispered back. 一 And apparently it worked! 一 My mother looked back seeing that the two had left without even buying anything. 一 Now let's go, I'm exhausted!

she muttered weakly. She was bagging me. I smirked. “Do you remember when your mother made my mate reject me— General Dylan? Yeah.” I started to say. “Well, you guys sort of saved my life back then because it turns out that General Dylan was a dick— as you know since you became his Dick wife.” I said. “So for this reason, I’ll not kill your mother since she was the main actor in that venture.” I said and Ivanka collapsed to the ground in thanksgiving and just then, I slit her mother’s throat.

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

Trying to record me like some rabid circus animal for the world to crucify. Too late. Your daughter already picked the villain. And just in case you’re still listening, Christopher— There’s no ransom. Not anymore. I don’t want you to surrender anymore because you are nothing after all—I killed Damon, who’s originally the villain in my story, for killing my mother. While I do heard Christopher might be inloved with my Mother. That makes us on the same side—but you unravel it yourself. I just want Ingrid. You were close. You almost had her back.

He said, closing the door. My mother was alive and the one who killed my father, I willingly followed him thinking he was my saviour and my parents were the villain. I watch my villain take care of me before I found out the truth about him. I should not have ran away that day, I should have stayed and killed him first before running away.

Ivon said with a blank face making Ben stare at him in pure shock. Ivon Sechin, the Mama's boy actually went against his mother for the first time and also called her a bitch. The hatred and anger in his eyes while mentioning her was an evidence, he knew everything, he must have already cracked the truth, no wonder he hated her so much now.

“My father wasn’t always this way,” Aien said as we walked through the maze following the trail of debris, blood, and broken weaponry. “A villain I mean. Things were different when my mother was alive. She was…” He paused where someone had smashed a statue, the stone rubble scattered across the path and offered me his hand. “Be careful where you step. My mother was beautiful,” he did not immediately release my hand when I had picked my way through the debris and stood looking down at me thoughtfully.

"Listen to me, Delilah. You have already crossed all lines you could cross, and right now, the only reason I'm still here, and the only reason I'm still in your case, is because you're still a Blackwater. If something happens to you, to me, something has happened to a Blackwater. If you go out there and say anything, it will be used against us, because it was said by a Blackwater. I won't let you mess this family. I won't let you destroy us, do you understand?" I knew, in that moment, that in my mother's eyes, in my mother's head, I was the reason for everything going on in her life, for everything with dad, with her work, with her job, with her life. She was in a very vulnerable place right