Modern Villainess Novels & Stories

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

There was a murderous aura coming out of her and it felt like she wanted to bury me alive. We exchanged no words. I stood still while she continued to kill me with that terrifying gaze of hers but Ramessa wasn’t bothered by that at all. She proceed to introduce the woman with hostile vibes to me, “This is the woman who is second on the list of Vincent’s Villain origin story.” What? I shot my head at Ramessa, “What?” What is that supposed to mean? She smiled at me, “Run along now,” She said, “If you're curious about her, ask Vincent.” I was pushed out a little from where Luca took my hand and took me away.

I mean, if you are staring at someone shamelessly when you know that the other person might be uncomfortable, you can’t be a normal one. I hoped that nobody would come to greet Dante. My veil was on. As long as nobody -- who could recognise Aloisia -- would see me, it was fine. I could survive this. But then, I saw Kaige Jin and Viessa. Viessa Vorn, the female protagonist, was dressed lavishly. There were diamonds strewn on her silver dress and her necklace made my heartburn. The necklace had a large polished ruby. I could tell that the ruby would be most of my family’s lifetime earnings.

Even the chandelier flickered nervously, as if realizing it might get involved in a fight scene soon. “I can finally unleash it,” Camilla whispered. Chills ran through every living soul in the mansion. Even Adrian, who barely knew the full story, shifted away from her by a few inches. Camilla leaned back on her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, her sweet smile returning, but much too sweet, the kind of sweet that belonged on the face of a serial killer right before they stabbed someone. “So this Eric guy…” Veronica tried again, her voice shaky. “He’s like… a villain, right?”

“Ah that? It was just a gift for someone. During a party like that, don't you think someone was bound to make trouble? Despite it not being a large scale party like this, I've been to quite a few banquets and parties where I was on my own and trouble came rearing its head. So I concluded that it would be the same for a banquet like this. Women who would feel uncomfortable when another woman who has a much higher power than they are shows up. And it's like their IQ goes down and they suddenly forget that if they go up to these more powerful people and bully them, then the powerful people will retaliate. So, I counted on the lowered IQ of those people, they were bound to show themselves one wa

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.