My Precious Little Villains Novels & Stories

Little Zi Yan wraps her arms around his shoulders, "Wong Yi, from now on, you owe me your life. You have to serve as my servant, okay? You can learn from me here on, the big boss." She begins to walk with him past the garden, "Let me tell you.. In my house, I am always ignored by the servants. Guess what I do? I take revenge on them. I burn their dresses and purposefully step on their foot. Evil, I know!" Looking at him with a proud smile, little Zi Yan exclaims, "That is why you cannot let others step over you, you know? You gotta puff up and fight for yourself, Wong Yi." He nods, "Okay, I understand now.."

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

“So timid, my king; to willingly release something so precious.” Precious, he says, and the word sears like a brand across Mattel’s heart. But precious things are not for the dark, treacherous villains in tales, as Mattel had learned, painfully quickly. “She does not belong here,” Mattel snaps, with less calm than he’d ever spoken with before.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

The hall was exactly as I had left it, the five prisoners from our pack's dungeons, criminals who had earned their sentences through theft, assault, and worse. They stood chained but armed with weapons that provided to give them a fighting chance. Not that it would matter. "My lord," one of them said, his voice trembling. He was young, barely twenty, with the branded mark of a cattle thief on his forearm. "Please, my sentence is only-" I didn't let him finish. The transformation took me swiftly, demanding I become the beast it had made me and I gave it what it wanted. But this time, something else fueled my rage beyond the curse's usual hunger.

Musa said as he signals to the shop. Nayyab looked at the shop confused and then shocked, Victoria Secret Throwing a disgusted glare and muttering "pervert!" She continued to walk but her jaw clenched hearing Musa chuckle. Shameless Baby Jealous Pervert Rana Tigrina!

I gasp as he smashes his fist in the coffee table causing the glass to break. "I'm gonna kill when I found out who did this," He said, he was not looking at me I smirk a little but instantly back to my afraid and confuse facade when he turns to face me again. "Give me the time I'll fix this huh? Don't leave me, Mina I am begging you," He said, I just bowed my head a little, he kisses my forehead before he left the room. I crossed my arms into my chest, smirking while listening to the newscaster's words. 'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children'

“Hey Lil’ D, what’s up? Everything okay?” I motion for Beth to serve out pet’s punishment while I go to another room to talk to Jace. He’s going on about needing my help, that someone has messed with Ella again, and I see red. I’m gripping the back of a chair as he explains what happened tonight at club Shameless. They were supposed to do a stage scene tonight, but some bitch locked our Precious in a room and tried having another guy have sex with her, saying that Precious wanted to roleplay a rape scene.

A ghost with a pulse. Footsteps approached. Valen Drake. Ranked 2nd in the academy. Charismatic. Arrogant. Untouchable. Known for his illusion-based abilities—and his habit of appearing only when it benefited him. “Thought I’d finally meet the girl who cracked the system,” he said with a smirk, hands in his coat pockets. Mira didn’t turn. “I didn’t crack it. I became part of it.” “Even more impressive,” he said, stepping beside her. “You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.”