Masked Villainess Novels & Stories

A futile attempt against a well trained assassin. Harley easily caught the plate which was coming her way and began to hoot with laughter. "You know the rumors about you?" Harley had asked through her cackle. My shoulders squared with piqued interest. "Rumors say you are the deadliest woman in the Italian mafia. That you have an instinct of a predator. That you, Ginevra Rodriguez, the Dark Knight, was the only woman who could ever measure up to the Ghost." She chuckled. "Was his dick really that good you failed to realize you had your enemy standing before you for months? Were you really that foolish? News flash, Ginevra, I will not be the one cleaning up your mess.”

Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where it all went wrong. Melissa was one among the best person’s in her life and right now? She didn’t even understand what to call her. For the past years, it has always been her and her best friend against the world but who would have known that Melissa was just as evil. Ever since Hardin began to hurt and torture her, she always ran to her best friend for help but today, walking into her home and seeing her husband and her best friend in bed sure broke her into a thousand pieces. How did all this happen? Why didn’t she see this coming?

Clang! A massive saber flew in and forcefully deflected the assassin's weapon. The assassin turned to look and saw a red-clad, masked woman hovering above. Her eyes gleamed with a venomous chill. She almost looked like a serpent. Sensing the overwhelming presence of his opponent, the assassin asked, "Who are you? Why are you interfering?" The woman in red let out a low, sultry laugh, both bewitching and chilling. "Scarlet Enchantress, Vivian Rudock."

That's my reality now. This version of pain is a deep and sensational one, one that wounds and never heals. Now I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, I don't even know if I know the real villain. She's behind, always in the shadows, dressed in elegant and big dresses and talks in a posh accent. Who could tell that she's the face behind the whole thing, who could tell that she as the actual Moreau demon Queen?

Her hair not showing her roots and her makeup perfectly touched up. She plays the part of a docile lamb that needs to be protected perfectly. No wonder she had so many boys falling at her feet. In the mafia, we are raised to protect women, and she has perfected the art of seeming like a damsel in distress. All the while, she is completely in control and manipulating everything in her favour. "That woman has a name, and I'm sure she is currently suffering a lot more than I am with my lack of sun exposure," I say angrily.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

A deep V-neckline revealed just enough to tempt, never enough to satisfy. A black lace Venetian mask framed her eyes, and long black silk gloves traced her arms like shadows. At her throat, a dagger-shaped diamond pendant sparkled with wicked elegance. She looked like a secret every mafia boss would kill to uncover. Arabelle stepped beneath the chandelier, its light dancing across her dress. A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips. “I guess you’ve never seen a woman this stunning before,” she said softly as she circled him, one hand sliding across his chest.

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc

She smiled, cruel and satisfied. “No,” she said slowly. “I guess I have to make that obsession come true.” My stomach sank. I knew then that nothing I said would reach her. Every word, every warning, was meaningless. She moved closer, lifting my chin with her sharp fingers. Her dark skirt swished around her legs, heels clicking. She looked like a completely different person. The woman they called the villain, cold, untouchable, unstoppable. I shivered. “Lillian, stop this,” I warned, my voice quiet but firm.