Modern Villainess Novels & Stories

The woman who stared back in the mirror wasn’t just someone who survived hell. She was someone who would rule the aftermath. When she stepped into the living room, Valerio glanced up from the phone in his hand—and froze. He took in her sharp jawline, the gold hoops that kissed her collarbone, the way the suit hugged her curves like armor. “You planning to kill someone?” he asked. She smirked. “Just planning to be taken seriously.” He tossed the phone onto the couch and crossed to her slowly. “You look like vengeance wrapped in velvet.”

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.

"Vhy do you like the vampire movies so much, My Chocolate Princess?" After taking some calming breaths she looks curiously at me, "Why do you call me, Chocolate Princess?" "Ve all call you something different, and that's what I choose to call you. And because you are My Little Chocolate Princess." She smiles and answers, "Oh ok cool, and because I love villains! And in most of the movies or stories that I've seen or read vampires are the villains." Indeed this is true, "So you like villains?" She smirks, "Yes I do. Why does the good guy have to win all of the time? I think that villains should win sometimes too." She gives a flirty smirk and looks at me through her long lashes, "What do you

Besides, a villain usually had sharper senses, and that was why it was not easy for the hero to defeat them. Vivian wouldn't say she was the hero here, but she was sure that Lily was the villain, and that woman also had the sharp senses of a true villain. Even if she hadn't said anything, Lily could already tell that she was hiding something, and Vivian knew that it wasn't a good sign for her. 'That mysterious man seems to be rich and powerful, and judging from this woman's temperament, she might soon hire people to investigate. If that man finds out, I'll be in trouble,' she thought to herself instead of immediately responding to the older woman.

That’s when she noticed someone standing beside her. A woman. Confident, striking, and breathtaking. Elena’s heart skipped. She recognized her — Scarlett Voss, the infamous owner of Club Vixen. People called her the Mafia Queen of the city. Scarlett had short, bold hair and a sharp, powerful look. She dressed like she didn’t care what anyone thought — part elegance, part danger. Elena swallowed hard, suddenly aware of her heartbeat. “H-hey,” she said nervously. “You’re… Scarlett, right?”

Be careful. Elena’s pulse skipped. She had heard the name whispered for weeks now—the woman who once wore Damian’s ring, the woman the tabloids called the ghost queen of Cross. Vivienne had vanished years ago after Damian called off the engagement, but rumor said she was back, not just to reclaim him—but to ruin everything he’d built. The elevator chimed. And there she was. Vivienne looked untouched by time—elegant as ever, her dark hair sleek, her lips curved in a smile that knew too much. She wore white, the color of purity used as armor.

"She's always hanging around the executive floor. What, hoping to climb into the CEO's bed while his wife's away? Please. As if a man like him would look twice at her." "I've heard she jumps from one man to the next. Clients, coworkers—it doesn't matter. She'll flirt with anyone. Trash like that deserves to be thrown out." I listened to every insult in silence. Then I looked past Vanessa, directly at Dylan Mercer. "Do you think that too?" Every head turned toward him. Their expressions were filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were the unfortunate husband who had uncovered his wife's betrayal. Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as

“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

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.