Taming An Evil Young Lady Novels & Stories

"Can you find out how to make someone get brain damage from a fever?" In that instant, a chill seized my heart. And it was also then that I suddenly regained my memories of being a villainess. I realized that everything I'd suffered was just the backstory the author had set up to make me turn evil. The real female lead was Gwen, the biological daughter of Bernard and his first love. When I turned 18, Gwen would move into my home and win over other male leads to become the darling of Clamdale's elite circle. In the end, she'd scheme to kill me and Mom, allowing Bernard to become the true head of the Slater family. And she'd take my place as the real heiress, enjoying a happy life as everyone'

Madam Evelyn gave her gentleness to the world but received none in return from her own mate. "I'll never forget her calm reaction to Harold's parade of potential mates," I said with rueful admiration. "There was this young she-wolf from the Werewolf Academy who claimed to be Harold's 'true mate.'" "How did Madam Evelyn handle it?" "Looked the girl straight in the eye and said, 'Young lady, your parents raised you to learn the hunt, not to seduce mated wolves.'" A smile tugged at my lips despite everything. "Then she turned Harold's other potential mates against each other, comparing their behavior to 'raising rogue wolves.' It was masterful manipulation disguised as moral guidance."

Charles sobbed. The table turned around for him this time. "The woman you wanted to put in the same position as I happened to have a good head. She isn't the type you can't use easily, you're so unfortunate." Elena laughed out loud. She looked like nothing but a two-faced snake. Her black ebony hair covered her face and her eyes with bloody red. Her aura emits danger and she wasn't the type to toy with now. All these happened because he was trying to make out with her more like take advantage of her body or should we say "rape" her. "Just wait until everyone knows your secret! You're a monster, Charles!"

Her eyes flicked back to the lady. Braden had stopped walking. Her eyes fluttered close, hands balling into fists, inhaling deeply. “Ah, fear,” she drawled. “The delicious scent. I'd almost forgotten what it smelled like.” She exhaled, her eyes opening and burning with mischief. “I love it.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “Run, girls. Go on. Run. I'll give you a headstart,” she growled, her fingers snapping. Claws pointed out their edges—long. Crude. Twisted. The harbinger of evil and death.

“Yer so beautiful Mum. Ye could make men bow to yer wishes if ye used yer wiles.” Serenade reflexively caught the girl’s wrist in an iron grip. “Am I not already irresistible?” Libby nervously shuffled. “Not to these men, Me Lady.” She shook her head. “Ye’re breathtaking ’nuff miss. But to these jaded jacks ye’re just ’nother lovey maiden among the many.” Libby adjusted the metal plate of vines holding her hair in place. The headcover for LandingTown servants. Libby swallowed hard and ducked behind Serenade to evade the other woman’s reflective stare. “Ye could start by picking a name, less odd...” Libby said. “If ye wanna blend…”

In the next instant, she was standing up and towering over the lady and ready to draw out blood. Val sat on the lady's belly, raking her fingernails over her face, and leaving pink scratches that soon turned red over her face. She began slapping her over and over. The lady surrendered as if she had no more strength left in her body and Val found it extremely strange. "You don't want to fight back!?" she shouted angrily. The lady just kept quiet as if ignoring Val's question. Her face didn't hold any sign of pain, only confusion was written evidently on her face. She was staring at Val as if Val was the monster and not her and it made Val so confused.

It was the never-ending two minutes of her life when the old lady spoke, "Evil. I can sense evil." "What?" Xandra stood frightened. "Can't you understand?" the lady asked with a narrowed brow. "What kind of evil?" Xandra spoke with her eyebrows furrowed and the lady replied, "The kind you see with you all the time. The kind you won't be able to forget. The kind who will haunt you forever." On her last sentence, the lady took out a knife underneath her dress and tried to stab Xandra when she quickly ran out, saving her life. The yells of the old lady still heard... the hut of the woman was near to the jungle and Xandra heard flocks of crows flew away from the trees because of the sad shrieks

Evy had to step back when she meet eyes with the young mistress so as not to distract herself. Noticing her hesitation. Oma got angry. “What kind of maid are you if you can’t even dress your mistress properly? Again” Before Oma’s gorilla foot kicked her behind, pushing her close to Lady Francine. The smile on the noble woman’s still embedded as Evy kept glancing on the mirror and trying to swallow her embarrassment. “For someone who always keeps her cool, you’re quite shy.” Evy tightens the bow finally finishing the task of dressing the young mistress.

I raised my hand for her to stop speaking because I had made my decision years ago and right now her words were making my heart melt and I was missing that place because it was my home after all. I made myself strong enough before speaking and since I was in the position in her eyes then I had to use it properly "Eve stop talking because I am tired of your words and listen to me carefully now I am not coming back and if you still consider me as your princess then I order you to go back without another word."

Her laughter continues to ring relentlessly all over the large sitting room while she crosses her legs like the evil queen that she is, shaking her head mysteriously with an evil smirk on her face. Her partner in evil is seated directly beside her, swirling a glass cup of wine in his hand as he places the cup against his mouth and drinks the liquid, also gazing at the large screen in front of the both of them, smiling wickedly. "Honestly I need to admit. I underestimated this young lad's prowess. He is far more intelligent than I imagine." The stunning, beautiful, but wicked-looking lady says, and Damien chuckles before dropping the glass cup against the table beside his chair.