Masked Villainess Novels & Stories

said Wilson who was finding it hard to not to wring this woman's neck , if only he had a mana matching her's " surely , there is no need to degrade yourself in such a way and didn't you want to marry the Crown Prince? why don't you abstain ?" " Wilson , darling " said Jezebel as she touched her face in the mirror quite happy with the youthful look " Tenebris is the lord of crime , lust and taboo , everything that Etah condemns . By drowning myself in lust and enjoying my life instead of whining and getting angry about your and that old woman's failure , am I not showing my decency where am I degrading myself ? " Her tone changed from soft pitch to a dual evil tone , and when she turned aroun

boom! Jiang Ning felt as if thunder just stuck her ,Si Yi yan and Si Xinya were the name of the villain and villainess of the novel Luo Chen used to read it to her ! when she heard it in her comatose state she felt extreme sympathy for this pair of siblings , never had the love of parents ,mother died ,father remarried brought a new wife and daughter , The villain fell in love with his half sister and the villainess hated how her father doted on his step daughter blindes with jealousy she schemed and schemed but how could they both win ? The ML ended the villain and Fl halo ended the villainess! when she heard the end of this pair of siblings Jiang Ning really pitied them. half scared half c

Evelyn Frost sat like a spider in her web, her manicured fingers drumming rhythmically on a stack of confidential documents. She was a striking woman in her mid-fifties, with sharp cheekbones, raven hair streaked with silver, and eyes that glittered with a calculated malice. Her silk robe draped elegantly over her shoulders, but there was nothing soft about her—Evelyn was a master manipulator, a survivor who had clawed her way into power through seduction, lies, and unyielding ambition.

I knew exactly what those words meant when he whispered them to me Seventy-two hours ago. The dress I was wearing tonight was elegant, black, the kind that cost more than most people made in a year, and it fit me perfectly, like it had been made for a body I hadn't fully grown into yet. My hair was styled neatly, every strand accounted for. My makeup was flawless, precise in a way that felt less like beauty and more like armor. I looked exactly like who Adrian wanted me to be — the wife of a dangerous mafia boss, rich, poised, untouchable. I picked up the mask from the vanity, a handheld one, black with a matte finish, gold lining the edges around the eyes, a small cluster of black feathers

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

Marla Cirillo might be almost 50, but she’s a true Grecian beauty and not one I will win against right now. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, walking over to me. “Sienna, my darling,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissing me on both my cheeks. “Marla, it is always a pleasure to see you,” I say, the lie slipping out easier since I’ve realised that this is what I need to do. I don’t trust this woman; who would trust any woman nicknamed Black Widow? Her three dead husbands were fools to trust her; she killed them all with her bare hands five months after marrying them and being impregnated by them to secure their territories.

I'm bulldozing my way towards the scent, ignoring the mumbled protests and gasps around me. Then I find her. She's standing in a pool of glittery sea blue that drew the eye of every creature in the room. Her silky hair cascades down her back in dark waves. "Mine," I growled. The girl turns around at the sudden attention as whispers start up in the crowd. Her eyes fall on me and I hear a high squeak leave her as her eyes widened. She wore a mask like most of the women in here, but I could see her eyes clearly. A startling blue... but nothing. I felt nothing.

The exact polar opposite of herself. I'd heard of the training she'd undergone to be the perfect queen and wife. I wondered if it was true. I heard her gulp hard, like she was unsure what to do. I stared at her in amazement. Why was she acting like an innocent fawn? Where was the devil in red earlier at Henry's party? That one was confident in herself, oozing with womanly appeal. Femme fatale. She was finally acting her age instead of regressing to match Henry's pace. I frowned, making the princess feel uneasy.

Her tone was cool, deliberate. “You must be someone I defeated before… weak, pathetic, hiding like a rat in the shadows.” “Shut up!” the masked woman snapped, voice cracking in fury. But the more unhinged her reaction, the clearer Stellar’s suspicions became. “You know it yourself. You never stood a chance against me in the light, so this is all you have left. Cheap tricks and hired thugs.” Stellar gave a soft, scornful laugh. “No wonder you’re wearing a mask. You must be hideous.