Living As The Villainess Queen Novels & Stories

I'm now their queen? I only offered a faint smile, who would have thought I'd be promoted from a slave to a queen? As much as I despise this place, being a queen is not so bad, I could have the revenge I want. If he listens, I'd definitely ask him to behead all the people for my sanity and capture my family, then he'd burn them. A cocky smile formed on my lips as I just realized I was wearing a villain arc. I was moving subconsciously, reeling with so many evil acts in my head until my feet stepped out of the court.

She removes one black-gloved hand and extends it toward the fire—not touching, never touching. “Maereth of the Broken Vale,” she says, voice steady despite the weight behind it. “Witch. Guardian. Thief. Liar.” A faint, sad smile curves her mouth. “Friend.” Something in my chest cracks. “She stole from you,” I say hoarsely, remembering. The queen huffs softly. “Repeatedly.” Cain blinks. “You let her live.” “I let her win,” the queen corrects. “More than once.” Her eyes lift to me then, sharp and assessing—but warm beneath it.

He looked at me and he suddenly acted soft and worried. “What do you think will happen if they learn what you did? The loved and sympathized Queen of the newly built Kingdom of Evenfall will be hated? The Queen isn’t a saint at all but actually, the beast who was just waiting for you to fall in her play, the dramatic Queen who touches every heart of her pack and clan members isn’t kind and soft-hearted at all. But a mad evil who will devour her subordinates in no time.” I smiled and mirrored his stares.

She stared at me, as if lost, then surprised, then she suddenly threw her head back and cackled, literally cackled like the evil witch of Hetaka. “I am here. I am queen.” She spoke, “What good life? I am the good life or does it get better than this?” I heaved heavily having no words for her but she continued. “I don't think good life gets better than this, Trent or you tell me. A queen. A refined life. The entire capital at my tips. And you think I wouldn't have a good life. That's very much amusing.” She clicks her tongue, mockingly. My breath came in short gasps. “You… you’ll regret this.”

Carter's brows furrowed, and he quickly denied it. “No way! Look at Vera—does she look anything like some rich heiress? She reeks of poverty.” He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “I’ve heard some rich old women have pretty twisted hobbies. Maybe Xena just has a thing for younger company—” Before his disgusting words could land, I flicked my eyes toward the guards. Without hesitation, they moved. Carter’s voice barely had time to break into a protest before one guard seized him by the collar and lifted him off his feet like a ragdoll.

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

They livestreamed, snapped photos, and flooded the internet with updates. In the confusion, a phone was shoved in front of me. Sweeping a glance, I saw that my case already went viral, trending at the top. [Poison Queen Discovered at Queenstown University! Inferiority Complex Leads to Four-Year Plot to Disfigure Rich Roommate!] [Top 10 High-IQ Crimes: Highly Educated Criminals Are Even More Dangerous!] Mixed in were Jenny's fans, exaggerating the story and twisting the facts, spreading before-and-after photos of her ruined face to stir sympathy and outrage.

“Ah… no… don’t… it’s too big…” She couldn’t imagine how such an enormous phallus could possibly squeeze into her small, tight flower. At the very thought, she couldn’t help but shudder all over; her lower body grew even wetter, and a shuddering wave of pleasure slowly rose from her tailbone to every part of her body. Victor watched the petite woman, flustered yet unable to control her reactions, and chuckled to himself. A low, amused voice emerged from deep within his chest. “More than enough.”