Living As The Villainess Queen Novels & Stories

It would not take long to track him down at all. We looked at the retreating vampire as she stormed from the room, muttering very creative threats and promises under her breath. “She’s actually kind of adorable when she goes into her ‘murder the fucking assholes of the world’ element,” Ziyah cooed before taking a sip of her drink. Kellis and I both lost it at that, deep laughter echoing around the room. Ziyah was not wrong. Imeela was just as terrifying as she was adorable. She took her position as Queen very seriously. One of her people had intentionally harmed an innocent. I would hate to be the asshole when she got her claws ripping through him.

No woman can make him think that long or even make his heart beat faster until she came along and swept him off - of his feet and do the unthinkable He never expected that event will eventually come. That there'll be a young woman to capture his heart for the first time in a very long time ever since he was born and that young woman was gorgeous enough to meet all of his requirements of marrying 'I should investigate that young woman named Iris - to Nigel and that's already final. I had to think of a plan. Now I've had learned lots of things on the outside of the palace just in one day and I can't bear to lose it now. Later, I'll eventually order Nigel about Iris but for now I have to focus

She smacked her face with her hand inside . She pinched between her eyebrows and said... " I am Alisha damien and the queen of sovier kingdom." She said in a stern face. " Oh.. so this was our traitor queen. " One man mocked her as the traitor queen. " I thought that the royal brats have died , but who would have thought one is still left here.Tsk.." " So how should we treat our majesty . Shall we give her the best Memory about us..." One man said with his lustful mind and was about to touch her .

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 walked straight to Devi, her grumpy face a mask of pure, unadulterated spite. She reached out and took his glass, or what was left of it, and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. Then, she leaned in, her lips inches from his ear. "If I'm the Queen," she whispered, her voice a lethal, mean purr, "then I'm the one who decides who lives and who dies. And I've decided that the first head on the chopping block is yours." Devi's hand slammed onto her waist, pulling her flush against him in front of everyone. His obsessive grip was a brand. "I've been waiting for you to try, baby. But remember... a Queen is nothing without her King."

But Estella had understood her intentions and didn’t drag it any further replying, “WHATEVER YOU WANT.” “Think once before you say that, Queen. I may ask something, which you won’t be able to give me.” She said all the words one by one, trying to scare the soul out of Estella, who didn’t even flinch. But Valor surely was. Up to this moment, he wasn’t aware of Estella being the Queen. He though of getting caught off between two women, both looked badass, one was a Witch, and the other a snake… No, Correction, Snake Queen. Shiver ran down his spine.

I find a little closet and run to hide in there. "I am not jealous," the Queen says when they walk into this particular living room, "I'm scared. This is not the woman I wanted for him, not even close." "Please, darling, stop. She was literally made for him by the Moon Goddess.” "No, I refuse to believe my oldest son, the one who always does everything perfectly, gets such a bad mate. What does she have to offer him? Nothing but shame," she spits out. My insides are burning, but like I said, I expected this. I've watched like a hundred movies that taught me exactly how evil queens are, especially to poor people. And an omega on top of that? Yeah, I'm basically worthless for her and I get it.

The girl in the white dress was dead, and I was the one who had killed her. I am the Queen of a city built on the ashes of my own soul. I have the power to move the world, and the heart of the man who obsessed over me for fifteen years. But as I look into the mirror, I don't see the Saint anymore. I see the Architect. If a queen must destroy her own innocence to survive... What kind of kingdom is she truly ruling? (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Vote | leave your reviews |

“I have to use you as a weapon. Just this once.” The snow fell silently around her. Ava stood at the edge of the rooftop, the wind tearing through her hair. She knew from this moment on, she would never be that little girl again—the one who cried over broken friendships, who believed in the goodness of people. She was Ava Rosier now. Queen of the black roses. And she was going to dig her thorns into everyone who had wronged her. She would collect every debt owed to her, with interest. One by one. No exceptions.

"You seem confused. My parents and your family have been living in my property. I gave them two months to leave, but they've been squatting like Omegas. So I'm bringing pack council enforcers to evict them." She froze. "Mom, Dad, is this true?" "Why are you so cruel? You're wealthy—what's wrong with us living in your house?" "Listen to yourself. You're with your new family but want to live in the house your former daughter bought? Have you no self-respect?" I brought pack enforcers to remove these shameless wolves from my property. Mother wailed while Father and Sam howled curses. She called the pack council chairman. Sobbing into the phone, she cried, "This she-wolf is abusing her wealth an