Persona Villain Novels & Stories

Summary: Stunning, intelligent, vivacious Daniella Pierce is every man’s sinful dream. Hailing from a broken family, she distrusts men and their motives. To her, all men need two things from a woman: money and se*. Therefore, her motto in life is simple. Play with fire but never get scorched. She plays with them all but prefers remaining aloof. But there’s one exception: her fiancé. She thinks he’s different until he betrays her, confirming her belief in men.

“You are cruel, you know that? Dangling cupcakes in front of me and expecting me not to get a taste.” I sighed, trying not to laugh. “You will never change.” “I will just take one,” she said, already reaching for the box. “Vera—” “Please?” She widened her eyes, that ridiculous puppy look that always got her what she wanted. Vera was several personalities in one, she both tough and sweet, a bully, a thug and a baby, all in one. I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Just One.” She grinned victoriously, plucking a cupcake and biting into it with a hum of delight. “Mm. Worth dying for.”

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

“Xavier was working for Vivian and not with her. He was working with me all this while. He was the only person I could trust,” she said, her voice low as she muttered her last words. Her eyes gleamed with sadness. She looked up to me, staring deeply at me as if wanting me to see the pain she hid behind those beautiful big brown orbs. “Vera…my friend. She was not what she seemed. Vera’s an evil woman. She faked everything. She pretended to be my friend all because of a grudge she held against your mother,” she whispered.

Together with her lady, they stayed at the back of the crowd to avoid getting from the mess, waiting by their carriage. "No, I want to see him...." The lady said. She was the daughter of the Duke and Duchess, Lady Vienna "Estelle" Thaleia Xaviera. Growing up as a spoiled and bratty child, she had always thought that she was the female lead, but when a handsome mysterious man gave her a book a few days ago, she learned her whole life was superficial and her fate was already decided in the book. What more, she learned that she was a villainess. And that is why she can't just keep still.

"If you come, then you will not come." “Thinking about it, again and again, I still feel sad for the female villain, now that I intentionally help the female villain, what should I do? And if I don't help the female villain, I feel something weird." “Never mind. Take care of yourself first.” Phedra Elizabeth denies responsibility for the character. The male lead holds her in his arms. "Let's go back."

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.

“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

But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has with her mate Asher. I hate to admit it out loud, because I like being this tough, Alpha badass bitch and I don’t want to give the men reasons to doubt me by falling into female cliches—the woman who can’t wait to get married and have a family—or showing weakness. So, I don’t admit it out loud, I keep my loneliness to myself. Except for times like now when Cayden decides to be a pain in my ass. “Scar”, Cayden says simply, looking me right in the eye.