The Beloved Bashful Villainess Novels & Stories

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

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.

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“You have to remember what a good actress she is, Bastien. I can see that you’re confused, but know whatever you saw was probably her manipulation.” He frowns deeply, “Maybe my head is playing tricks on me, if what I saw was an act…” “Remember she’s a Volana.” I caution, “She has powers you and I cannot fathom. I’m sure it’s how she fooled you all these years. She’s practically a witch.” “The woman I saw didn’t even have a wolf - she was so helpless.” He argues. “Of course she was, helpless people never raise suspicions.” I remind him. “She needed you to underestimate her at every turn so you’d never view her as a threat.”

“We don’t need any introduction.” Her laugh was low and sweet, like poisoned honey. “You look too pretty to be a villain.” “Wouldn’t you love to know what a pretty villain can do?” I shot back. Her eyes narrowed, but her smile didn’t falter. “I don’t care. You’re just a needy bitch.” My brows arched. “And who’s a needy bitch?” “A cheap woman who tries to rub herself against another woman’s man.” I laughed softly, leaning closer to the bars. “Funny, because that man you’re trying so hard to marry… he’s already arched my waist and groaned in my ear while I made him lose control.”

She hopes one of them takes the bait. ' at least it would be easier to deal with this proud slut' she thought. Cathy expression was like that of a fish who was brought out of water. She became scared of Andrea. She isn't easy to deal with. Rosie looked like a person who saw a ghost in flesh, she has never seen anyone who is so openly disrespectful, and proud. Kastreg noble women are usually meek and gentle. Other than secretly conniving and evil plots. None has ever spoken their mind out like this Andrea over there.

She said, hoping she would clear it before it got to the ears of other people. The other maids shook their heads. “I knew it. She was nothing but a snake. Trying to crawl into the bed of a Royal!” “She is a viper. She should have died in the place of Soli!” “Exactly, she is nothing but a witch. Seducing a Royal!” “I thought as much. There's absolutely nothing attractive Prince Divine must have seen on her. She must have used some charms!” “Yes, we should search her things. She might be using voodoo!”