Lady Villain Novels & Stories

he mocked her and now she was angry “You wanted my body? You have the guts to say it… having my body could cost you your life… there are only two persons who have tasted my body, one is my husband, do you want to know the second?” “Who?” “The devil himself; Lucifer. The lady I gave you was highly beautiful and you acknowledged that, she is very expensive and I do not care if you were in the mood or note, we had a deal that you’d give the estate if you had the girl for free”

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

Maybe underneath all that hostility, Rick felt the same burning attraction she did. After soaking for nearly an hour, her muscles finally relaxed, Valerie stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel. She stared at her reflection in the steamy mirror, studying the woman looking back at her. "You are Valerie Calder," she told her reflection firmly. "The Duchess of New York. You don't chase men. They chase you." But deep down, she knew she had never wanted a man the way she wanted Rick Cameron.

it's pitch black out here now and im in all black so I know once I have my victim I will be fine in the dark as long as I can keep them quiet. Five hours pass and I can hear the rowdiness of the hotel starting to wind down as people head home. I wait for my chance, seeing someone coming through the garden toward the back gate. I wait, watching as the brunette with the little red dress, high heels and way to much perfume comes straight toward me. when she gets to where I am hiding, I give her a couple of seconds to pass me that's when I strike.

She took Vivian’s arm, gently guiding her out of the gallery. As they walked back towards the inhabited parts of the castle, Vivian’s mind was far from supper or the Duke. It was fixed on the shadowy figure, the owl stone hidden against her thigh, and the chilling truths he’d offered. The web of deceit wasn't just around her; she had just willingly stepped into its center. The investigation had begun, but the investigator had become a pawn in a much larger, darker game. And the role of the villainess now had a dangerous new dimension: spy. The performance had to be flawless, not just for Thomas and Alexander, but for the watching eyes in the shadows, and the unseen hand that had already trie

I turn away from the mirror, crossing my arms tightly over my chest as I pace back toward the center of the room, my tone darkening with every word. "The moment that diary was dragged out into the light, Clara’s name became synonymous with filth in the mouth of every Harvest Moon pack member.” “They called her a shameless, wicked woman. A villainess without a shred of pack duty or sisterly affection. To them, she was a pathetic, scheming shadow who couldn't bear her sister's happiness.” A woman who spent her youth trying to steal her sister’s husband, and when that failed, ended up stealing her sister’s newborn child instead.

The room went dead silent. That woman was the guest of honor, the matriarch of the Vanderbilt family—the Countess herself. Crimson wine dripped from her silver hair, ruining her antique lace gown. Damien looked like his soul had left his body. Pale as a sheet, he rushed over, frantically trying to dab at the stains while barking at Lily, "Apologize! Apologize to her Ladyship right now!" Lily smacked Damien's hand away, crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes with utter contempt. "Dad, why are you yelling at me? It was that blind servant's fault. Besides, it’s just some rag. Just pay her for it. We have plenty of money."

It seems like instinct, even though they haven't done anything wrong yet, I can already smell the villainous vibes in them. It's not all my fault. They say a woman's instinct is exceptional! But when I think about what happened earlier, the woman's face was so pale because of its extreme fear. Her hands even trembled! Okay, now I get on why the maid reacted like that when I asked her respectfully. She must have not expected her wicked Lady would be so kind for a moment as if an angel had intervened. In order words, Lady Marina is a spoiled brat and evil since birth.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

The word left my mouth before I could control it. All three pairs of eyes moved towards me; one of the devil herself and the other two belonged to two old men sitting on her sides. I couldn't care less about the other two as the only focus of my attention was the woman I just called Monster, Satan, Lady-Hitler and Mean Queen on her face some time ago. "Fuck indeed, Mr. Trajano." Her cold, distant voice echoed in the room.