Swan Lake Villainess Novels & Stories

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

When she opened her mouth to speak, a strange language burst from Alina's very soul, forming a ring that hovered in the air, and she gracefully took hold of it, rising and taking Lucas with her. "I, Alina Marie Antoinette Deveraux, Queen of the Werewolves, accept you Lucas Gotti, Rogue Alpha as my mate. Do you accept me?" Lucas looked directly into the ice-colored irises of the only woman he'd ever love, already knowing his answer. As he opened his eyes, seeing his mate smile in anticipation, his breath caught in his throat, and a strangled groan escaped instead. 2. Alina took the brunt of his weight as Lucas groaned, pitching forward onto her, and confused about what was happening, she pull

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.

Ryder asked her. "I… I… I.. Is kind of true" Lily replied. Jax looked at her in shock. "And then you drugged her to attack you so you could thoroughly spoil her reputation in Jax's eye and in Creekwood pack. Is that true?" "Yes, that's true" Lily said with her head lowered in shame. "Lily!" Jax exclaimed. "And here during the general werewolf meeting, you somehow lured her out of the apartment where she was and drugged her yet again and then you provoked her again, you insulted her and then she attacked her and then you acted like a victim again. Is that true?" Ryder asked.

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

I couldn't smell her scent, but judging by the shape and color of her eyes and the rage and anger swimming in them, I could tell it was a woman, who was none other than Adelaide Foster, my failed mission, the girl I had planned on killing tonight. Before I could even react, a bomb exploded on my side, silver dust coating Zarek's fur. He growled immediately giving me back control, and I shifted back into my human form to try and remove the dust. I was busy trying to dust myself that I didn't notice my mate had taken out a dagger ready to stab me until one of my wolves slammed into her, causing her to hit her back hard against the tree trunk. "Mine!" I found myself growling. My legs instinctiv

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

“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

her words get harder to understand as she starts to sob through them, thinking of her past sister. "A witch? You're telling me Jane is a witch, not a wolf?" I ask sternly, trying to keep my mind from wandering to the feeling of her pale skin. "She is both. Inherited both traits. The ice coven tried to protect her, but-" she doesn't finish her sentence, and I move to the edge of my seat waiting for her to complete the sentence. I had never heard of the ice coven before, which is surprising because the wolves and witches have a good relationship.

The witch walked toward the small table slowly, her fingers brushing lightly across the wood. “The time has finally come for you to strike.” Those words sent a dangerous satisfaction through me. Finally. Finally something was going to happen. “What do you need me to do?” I asked immediately. The witch’s glowing eyes lifted toward mine. “There is another woman already drowning in bitterness.” My brows furrowed slightly. “Grace.” The witch nodded once. “Painful marriages create vulnerable minds.” A faint bitter laugh escaped me. “Yes,” I murmured. “That woman practically reeks of misery.” The witch smiled slightly. “And misery is useful.” Silence settled briefly between us before she continued