Rewriting The Villainess Novels & Stories

she sighed, as if she were bored, “I am hundreds of years old. I am powerful and nothing you can do will stop me from achieving my goal. I will destroy the Werewolf race and I will continue to rule over my kind as Queen.” Why is it that villains always monologue? Max thought before he heard Dmitri’s voice call out. “What then, Madeline?” Dmitri stood tall, now in his human form, with his fists clenched tight as he scowled at her. “Let us believe, for a moment, you win. Werewolves are gone as you wish them to be and you are Queen. What then? Have you only ever thought of revenge for so long that you never once thought of living your life?!” Dmitri’s accusation seemed to have stopped Madeline

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

“I’m not proud. I⁠’m r‌esponsible.” I m⁠et‌ h⁠er stare, steady. “H‍e do‍esn’t see it that way.” “No⁠,” sh⁠e said, with a hint of laughter. “He wou⁠ldn‍’t. H‌e’s rewritten the story so tha‍t I’m the villain. It’s easi‌er to hat⁠e⁠ the pers‌on‍ who held the mirro‍r up.”

“We start by rewriting your story.” “My story?” she repeated. “The media calls you a homewrecker,” Julian said, turning to face her. “They say you chased after Cheng, ruined his wedding, leaked a sex tape. Right now, your name is poison. But what if we changed that? What if you stopped being the villain and became the victim?” Vivian stared at him, speechless. Julian’s smirk deepened. “I’ll clear your name. I’ll make the world see you differently. But in return, you’ll work with me.”

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

“Scarlet, thank you for raising two such outstanding sons for me for years. I’m really pleased with them.” I stormed over, and with rage on my face, I slapped them all in the face. “Cheaters!” When they saw this, the words started popping up like mushrooms after rain. [What’s wrong with the villainess? How dare she hit the protagonists?] [She was just asked to help raise the boy. She’s so petty. As a villainess, she should know her place!] Wendy got worked up and started yelling at me. “Scarlet, you jinx! How dare you hit your own husband?! I’m going to get Steven to divorce you right now!”

The spirit wolf continued, "Burn everything. Kill everyone. Fire is what keeps you alive, let your hatred consume you and destroy Lunaria." "Why are you helping me?" "You're going to need it. I sense a great danger along your way. A formidable foe. A woman." "Luna?" I asked softly in disbelief. I shook my head and said, "That can't be. She's the protagonist of this story, she-" "is the villain in the story you're rewriting." The spirit wolf continued, "Do not be blinded by the past. They wanted you dead." "Still! You can't expect me to destroy a kingdom with innocent people out of spite!"

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

“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.