The Evil Cinderella Needs A Villain Novels & Stories

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

“How dare you to do this to my pregnant daughter? You’ve ruined everything, Roman! Everything! Cindy’s so upset, she won’t even get out of bed. She’s threatening to kill herself. How could you do this to her?” I was unmoved by her tantrums. For years, I’ve tolerated Lizzy’s tricks and behavior mostly because I needed a wife to keep up with appearances. Cindy was just the available girl, the one I thought I could finally convince myself was the girl I’d been looking for. Now that she turned out to be a fraud, I had no reason to tolerate Lizzy. “Hmm, I’d like to ask you a few questions myself. Like how dare you try to trick me into marrying your daughter?”

The bond felt like another trap to him. However, Lucinda was quickly arranged to marry Rome, spearheaded by her father. The Wolf King agreed, cornered by his debt to the late Pendragon. Although Rome never consented, he endured the mandate of his father. That was when the story truly turned dark. Lucinda tried everything to win him over through pressure and manipulation. Eventually, she became even more obsessive. I didn’t shy away from it when I wrote it. I made her cruel, obsessive, and impossible to defend. I needed a villain, and I made sure she earned the role.

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

"Yes I did." "No wonder you entered a coma. Memory access rituals are not a joke at all." Dustin remarked. "Can i ask you another question Ryder?" the queen asked again. "Yes you can, your highness." Ryder replied wearily. "Since Lily plotted against Ava, a princess of the vampire kingdom. It would be within the rights of the vampires to take revenge on Ava's behalf right?" she asked. Ryder's mouth went dry and for some minutes he couldn't say a thing, the food he was chewing tasted ashy in his mouth. No matter how mad he was at Lily, he couldn't leave her at the mercy of vampires. She would surely die.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

He deserved to pay. He was a monster. And horrible monsters like him deserved to be hanged, stabbed, and cut in halves by the sharp edged knives of people he had gruesomely killed. It wasn't her revenge alone. No matter how tempting it was to stab her dear husband in the chest, and pay him in his own coins for killing her father, Cinderella couldn't. She had fallen prey to Ephonso's evil schemes. Her uncle had asked her to drag Royalty home. And for that, he had given her the cars, six huge bodyguards and a bottle.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

“She’s Hector Hawkins’ ex-wife and one of the members of the enemy clan! Whatcha even thinking?” The man looks up, his hazel eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m thinking of what Cinderella’s stepsister will be like,” he says. “Did jail turn her into a meek kitty or is the wildcat a tigress now? Either way, I think I’m gonna have a lot of fun.” The teenager winces. Weirdo, she sighs inwardly.

Lorien.exe has stopped working My Cinderella. What the hell? Am I hearing it wrong? I step backwards, completely forgetting the fact that my left foot hurts. "You—" my voice croaks. "your Cinderella!? Do you even know what you are saying!?" The smug smile that is drawn across his porcelain face makes it even more harder for me to concentrate, if anything, it burns up my cheeks. I am afraid my head is steaming. "Can't I call my girl, 'my Cinderella'?"