Masked Villainess Novels & Stories

Villains didn’t fight tooth and nail just to be seen. Villains didn’t deserve everything they got. They took it. I forced my eyes open wider, studying the woman in the mirror. Her flawless eyeliner. Her peach-blushed cheekbones. The diamond choker glittering like tiny teeth against her throat. No. I wasn’t the villain. I’m a survivor.

She wondered who must have kidnapped her. Immediately she sat on the bed and tried to put her mind on rest. The door was pushed open, revealing a woman, whose face was concealed with a black mask. Malia gulped down nervously, the woman's aura was dark and dangerous. “Hello sweetie, you are finally awake.” Her voice was soft but icy. “What did you want? Malia asked. “You are just a trap meant to fulfill my task,” the woman said and catwalked away as Malia watched her retreating figure.

Shawn growled. "I can't understand why Theo instructed us to torture Elena, and we even killed her maid. For what? We gained nothing in return," Roger expressed his confusion. "Oh, gentlemen, don't lose hope in Theo just yet. He is the mastermind behind every move he makes," a woman intervened, wearing a mask to conceal her identity. She was dressed in black, with a hoodie covering her head. "Who the fuck are you? How did you get in?" Kevin growled, assuming a defensive stance. It became evident that the woman was a wolf shifter, not a human.

She smiles, one of those creepy kind that the villain makes right before ripping the main character’s neck off in a slasher movie. “He’s gotta have a grand plan,” she says, putting the figurine back down on the table with a bang, “keeping you here. The Rossellini’s never act without reason. But of course,” she pauses, piercing me with those unfeeling eyes, “of course you already know that. Don’t you?” It is pretty clear to me by now that Martha Rossellini has to be the nastiest woman I’ve ever met in my life and that says something because trust me, I’ve met a bunch of them.

Then my eyes landed on the far wall. Portraits. I rose, crossing the marble, my gown trailing like midnight smoke behind me. My fingers hovered over each frame until one stopped me cold. Samantha Horhetha Elvalour. My mother. My breath caught. She stood painted in solemn glory, draped in her black Mafia regalia, dagger gleaming in her hand..the SheMafia symbol, the short blade that announced a woman who commanded death itself. But across her image, a cruel red “X” had been slashed. Beneath it, in jagged letters: Villain.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

They all came rushing towards her, she smirked internally, who did they thought she was, she brought out the dagger from her pocket and threw it to the nearest man she saw, she smiled internally because it was poisoned it didn't take a while for the poison to start showing it effects. Her dark eyes became more darker and they glistened they were all surprised, she gave flying kicks to them all, she yanked them away and a few more minutes they were all rolling on the ground helplessly, the old man was of course surprised, who was this lady he tampered with? millions of thought came running into his mind. Maddison looked at him, and he looked at her back, he didn't believe he could ever do it

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

She headed out the dark and Cecilia could see her face, her face was very beautiful as her nose was slightly pointed and she had round juicy lips covered with a black lipstick. Her one eyes was covered with a black mask which added to her strong mysterious look. Cecilia could not take her eyes off the woman who could be passed for a mafia model. "My name is Martha Stewart, the strongest female don of the viper's empire" she said without looking up and Cecilia was tensed. A Mafia lord!!! Her brain was screaming and her heart was raising. "Calm down baby girl, I am just a human being like you" she said with a smile but it was way scarier than her cold straight face. Cecilia felt chills all ove

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