The Evil Cinderella Needs A Villain Novels & Stories

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

However, my mother was a prideful heiress, and she immediately realized that some manipulative wolf in sheep’s clothing had set her up. Without even bothering to defend herself, she grabbed the crying girl and slapped her twice on the right side of her face. “I never did. I’ll do it now.” The manipulative witch’s entire face became so swollen that she looked like a pig. She even cried like one. The crowd was livid, but they could do nothing about it. Someone leaked information about this, and her image as a bully became even more set in stone. Those who liked her loved it, and those who hated her despised her even more.

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.

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

It is truly vicious. “Then isn’t that a good thing?!” Cinderella’s eyes brightened when she heard it. Snow White, however, shook her head. “No. It is not.” She answered. “Why?!” Ariel asked. “Because my stepmother is the evil queen.” Snow White answered. “She has evil powers.” She said. Cinderella and Ariel fell silent. “If Florian and the others, who are just ordinary people, would fight against her, a witch, then they would surely die!” Snow White told them.

Opening her palms she pulled her power to her and looked Maleficent in the eyes. ‘You are a very brave little Witch’ Ella could feel the evil seeping through the air making it thick and difficult to breathe but her eyes never left the other woman’s. She was tall and thin, her eyes and hair were inky black, and her claw-like nails were also painted black, she was beautiful but she was evil at its purest source. She wanted this pretty little Witch's power desperately, Cinderella was all that was good in the Immortal World, she was sunshine and rainbows, everything Maleficent was not.

That is when the soldiers found her and took her to the care of the nuns together with other children of the village. Now she was standing in front of the numb hearted woman she had ever met. She knew that sister Mary would take the stone and never give it back to her. " I asked a question, Maria, where did you stole this. Didn't I teach you to be a faithful Christian. Now you gonna answer for this. I can't stand to watch a thief getting away with such a detestable crime. She grabbed her to the convent to show other nuns what Maria had done. Now Maria was screaming and other children were watching with curious eyes. She cover her face to avoid the slaps from the fire burping monster of a nun

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

The name “Erella.” This is Cinderella. Sandy’s heart dropped to her stomach. You’ve got to be kidding me. She remembered this story vividly. She used to hate it as a child. The main heroine—kind, gentle, endlessly forgiving—had always driven her crazy. While other girls dreamed of glass slippers and fairy godmothers, Sandy rolled her eyes. “If someone treated me like that,” she’d once told her sister, “I’d throw the slipper at their face, not wear it to a royal ball.”

"I don't need a car or a big house. I just want Mom and Dad to be with me forever. That's enough." [Damn, the villainess makes me laugh. I bet Nadia is dying of regret right now. Look at how pretentious she's being!] [The princess life only belongs to Nancy, the female lead. The villainess should just stay in her lane.] Stephen and Linda were so moved by my words that they teared up. Meanwhile, Nancy just snorted. "You're still so fake." I watched Nancy and the Quills drive off in the Maybach, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips.