Plain Bad Heroines Novels & Stories

"Stop making me the bad guy." "Oh no of course not. You're the hero of this story! The great Navy guy in white with believable blue eyes! So honorable and perfect! You did nothing wrong! It's the girl from Italy! She's the problem! She's the one who hid your baby from you! She purposely didn't say anything even when she and the baby were starving! It's her! She's the villain. You're the untainted hero!" "Shut up Marianna or I swear-" "You'll what Nathan? What?"

She couldn’t imagine how furious he would be—but at least he’d take it out on Slate’s face first and not on her. Slate slowly shook his head. “You’re so infatuated with her. You think he’s the good guy, and I’m the bad guy. But you’re wrong. Good guys wear white and bad guys wear black in the movies, but that’s not how it works in real life. Just because we’re called Nichtwolves, that doesn’t mean we’re innately bad. And just because they’re called Lichtwolves, that doesn’t make them automatically good.” “Tell me what you found out about my mom, and I’ll be the judge of that,” Everly responded.

It’ll be so pathetic of me. My shoulders shake and my fingers slip to drop onto the button of his white dress shirt underneath the black suit jacket he’s wearing. I can feel my chest becoming too tight to house my pounding heart, and I let my body fall forward to bury my face against his chest with fists clutching his jacket. “If you want me to leave, I’ll go...but just don’t leave me in the dark again. Let me support you, as your mate” What do they call heroines like this? Meek, submissive, and pathetic, right? They keep falling subservient beneath their dominant mates and are the ones who keep the appeasing end.

The room feels suffocating, these people… I can’t stand them. On paper, we may seem like the world’s greatest heroes, the Prime Order—this shining example of heroism. But in reality? They’re a mess. Each one of them. Isabel, sitting there in her tight suit, always playing her part, always trying to seduce me. She’s a slut. Sleeping with anyone she can to feel powerful. But damn, she has a body that turns heads. She knows it, too. Always flaunting it, always testing my patience. If she spent half the effort on the missions that she does on her appearance, maybe she’d be of some actual use.

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

"I can’t be your puppet! I do whatever I want and that’s final! Now go get me that wine, I’m still thirsty.” “Are you going nuts? Act like a goddamn lady for once!” “And I’m not one?” “No. You’re not.” “And what does a lady mean in that twisted head of yours?” "A lady shouldn't be an alcoholic, for starters," he barked. Thalia let out a dry, mocking laugh. "Why? Does it ruin the image? Does it make me look unclean or what?” "No," Julian said, glaring at her. "But it does ruin a lady. Ladies are meant to be seen as damsels… beautiful, fragile, and most of all, gentle. Not hot-headed disaster like you!”

Elena let out a soft, humorless sigh, reaching out to drape the heavy wool blanket over my trembling shoulders. "Because a man like Karl does not know how to love, Julianna," she whispered softly, her hand lingering on my shoulder for a brief, comforting second. "He only knows how to possess. He called you a joke because your innocence reminded him of everything his father stripped away from him. And now that your innocence is in danger, he will burn the entire city to the ground before he lets anyone else destroy it. You are his vulnerability, child. And in his world, a man will kill everyone to protect his only weakness." Elena turned and walked toward the door, leaving me standing alone i

‘If any of my former enemies witness this and sees the mighty God of War behaving in such a wimpy manner, what would others feel? ‘Even heroes have a weakness for the charm of a beautiful woman!’

’ Quinlynn shivered. Quinlynn doesn’t know how the heroine tamed these sadist twins and hell she doesn’t want to know about it either. So far, when she was researching about the novel to draw comics about it- she was forced by her sister in her previous life. She found out one thing that all the heroine’s harem members although they have good looks outside inside they are all rotten and flawed. Heck, Quinlynn even thinks that the heroine who wants to seduce these guys is even crazier than her harem members. After all, who in their right mind would want to be surrounded by these lunatics?! Because of this reason, Quinlynn who is a normal person definitely do not want to get entangled with the

"I have, but I don’t think that is the reason why I learn about so much stuff, including so much dark topics. Nothing is pure light in its truest form." "Do you have friends?" I asked. "Some. More in my mind than in real life, or at least, more that I talk regularly with." "I guess that explains better. Human nature is dark. Evil!" The woman laughed again. "It is. Ultimately, pure good and pure evil are things of fiction and all humans transit somewhere in between. This is why I enjoy nuance characters in stories." "Elaborate," I requested. "I like the realism of it. Of flawed characters both in their goodness and evilness. Of the dichotomy of human nature."