More Villainess 4.0 Novels & Stories

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

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.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

She sneered. At this rate, Phidelia knew what to expect next and instantly felt the need to do something. But what? Just then, a thought clicked; without warning, she rushed into her sister's body– possessing her without thinking of the complications. Tina on the other hand felt her ego badly bruised with Phidel’s words– without giving a heads on, she rose her hand in attempt to do justice for herself but before it could land to it's destination; a hand held it mind way– followed by a familiar face and the well built body of Rowan which gradually came between them.

The thorn in the villainess’ side. It didn’t help that Henry never denied nor ended their relationship. The nickname stuck and it was what tabloids and vile d-list celebrities refer to me when they rant about me, when they twist every word I say, when they cook up rumors and articles about me. The foreigner, the villainess. The unwanted third wheel. The gold-digger. The last one made me want to clutch my sides, roaring with laughter. If there’s a gold-digger in our relationship, it would be Henry and his family. We have been subjected to their leeching behavior for hundreds of years.

> “VALENTINA, late 20s, flawless, calculating, offers herself to the mafia heir not out of love, but strategy. Her eyes are sharp, unfeeling—she knows what marrying him means. Power. Safety. Escape. Betrayal disguised as sacrifice.” Below it: Scene Direction—INT. BEDROOM — NIGHT. VALENTINA leans in. She kisses him not with passion, but survival. Olive waited. Val folded the page once. Then again. Then placed it under her teacup like it was nothing more than a napkin. She looked up. “They want a villain,” she said calmly. “Let’s give them a funeral instead.” --- Lucas received the page two hours later, on his desk, left by Olive without a word.

~Valeria~ Zane's face went white. "Wait. I didn't mean…" "You did though." My voice came out flat. I pulled away from Alerion. "You meant it." "Valeria, no." "We are weak because of you," the scarred woman called out, still watching us. "Four powerful wolves, brought to their knees by one girl. It's embarrassing, really." "Shut up," Alerion snarled at her. "Make me." She grinned. "Oh wait, you can't. You're too busy having a meltdown over princess here. Tell me, which one of you is she going to pick? Or is she going to keep stringing all four of you along until you destroy each other?"