The One Within The Villainess Novels & Stories

It was the image of a young girl with an unexplainable beauty like a descendant of a goddess as he saved her – the name was Iris That day, he remembered how he saw the outside world with his pair of eyes and discovered about an underground passage from the market consisted of such illegal activities by the nobles buying of slaves as well as an identity token 'That's right, aside from the young woman that I saved that day, The Vile Market is also a dangerous place that I've discovered and gone in with Nigel. There were lots of dangerous people and not only lots but all of them were dangerous from the very start. I need to exact my plan now if I wanted to accomplish my goals' He deeply thought

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

Her heels clicked softly on the polished stone as she took one step closer, then another, her gaze fixed not on Maxim—but on the man standing opposite him. Victor Vale. No designer suit this time. No golden cufflinks. Only a dark shirt rolled to the elbows and a look in his eyes that reeked of vengeance. “You’re not backing down,” Victor said, voice smooth as broken glass. “Even after what happened to your little intern upstairs?” Maxim’s jaw tensed. “Say her name again, and I’ll end this here.” “Zara,” Victor repeated, with venomous ease. “The girl you branded under moonlight in front of half the power players in the supernatural world. I can see why you're obsessed. You’ve always been a su

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

Oliver Valenti—who looked more suited to sipping champagne in Paris than sitting in a mafia bunker. “Victor.” Piero opened first. “One woman. Just one. And twelve teams aren’t enough? For fifteen years we believed that sin was buried.” Victor swirled his whisky. A lazy motion that radiated menace. “She’s no ordinary target. Trained. Hidden by professional hands.” “Or perhaps,” Elthario offered with a venomous smile, “she’s simply a ghost you’ve nursed from your own guilt.” “She’s real.” Victor’s gaze ignited a cold fire. Elthario fell silent.

That there was no longer any way I could deny it. ...I was living inside the last werewolf novel I’d read... but I wasn’t the protagonist of this story. I was the villainess.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

His little words made Damian to smirk. "Let me tell you then, the villainess was left in a Bull's stable helpless and vulnerable along with a Bull which was drugged with asphordiac. You do know what would happen if a naked person was left alone with a drugged bull, she was left tied up in such a position that the bull has only thing in mind. The thing you tried to do with the woman earlier." Now the man was sure that he is going to regret for not getting shot by the gun like his friends earlier.