Modern Villainess Novels & Stories

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

Selene Ravenshade but now known in the film industry as Virelli. The infamous witch-actress. The walking contradiction. We had fought once before, on opposite sides of a boundary skirmish in New Mexico. Her side had been defending a vampire syndicate. Mine was clearing rogue bloodsuckers off sacred wolf land. Neither of us won that night. We just… did not lose.

She was the long-lost mafia princess of the Russian Empire. And by the ancient laws of their underworld alliances, she was their fated, promised wife. A dark, predatory amusement settled over the study. "This makes things so much easier," Vincenzo smirked wickedly, a sinister glint in his eyes. "She is our wife now, whether she likes it or not." "Why don't we let our little princess have her fun?" Valerius agreed, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Let her believe she actually managed to escape us. It will be much more delicious to crush her illusions later."

“We don’t need any introduction.” Her laugh was low and sweet, like poisoned honey. “You look too pretty to be a villain.” “Wouldn’t you love to know what a pretty villain can do?” I shot back. Her eyes narrowed, but her smile didn’t falter. “I don’t care. You’re just a needy bitch.” My brows arched. “And who’s a needy bitch?” “A cheap woman who tries to rub herself against another woman’s man.” I laughed softly, leaning closer to the bars. “Funny, because that man you’re trying so hard to marry… he’s already arched my waist and groaned in my ear while I made him lose control.”

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

Reaches for her robes. Whatever this is — these fragments, these deaths, this sentence written into her soul before she was born — she will not spend another seventeen years simply enduring it. The clan elders have decided this will be the year she sees the outside world. Her debut. The great revealing. The Hidden Daughter of Vaelith, finally presented to a world that has mostly stopped believing she exists. She pulls her collar straight. Adjusts the silver clasp at her shoulder. Catches her own reflection in the dark window glass — pale and still and, in the absence of careful expression, briefly, terribly tired.