The Tragedy Of Villainess Novels & Stories

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving. But this time... Evelina would be the one moving them. She had died once. She would not die twice. The villainess had returned. And she was ready to rewrite her ending.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

"But the thing about villains is, they always get their panties in a twist and blame someone else for their failed love stories. Let’s set the record straight, BJ: I rejected the current Alpha King. I dumped his greedy, self-serving ass. Yet here you are, still chasing me, still trying to pin all your misery on me. You’re so deluded you don’t even realise how pathetic you look, showing up here to murder me like some kind of cartoonish antagonist." “Pathetic!" Diane’s voice cut through the tension like a whip, her fury unrestrained. "You’re pathetic, Victoria!" BJ let out a shriek that was somewhere between a laugh and a scream, her voice laced with malice. "Pathetic, am I? Do you even know w

Bringing me to where I am now. Fuck- What power would the 'Villainess' claim have in front of the 'Saintess's? None! They would probably torture me a little more and make my death an even painful and bigger event, by claiming that I was trying to accuse the 3rd Imperial Prince's wife, of such a hideous crime. Dalilah made me kill our parents and our younger brother. H-how could I've done something like that? How could I do that to Val? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why hadn't I regained my consciousness back then? Why wasn't I strong enough to fight back? To resist her manipulations?

I told her softly, admitting the truth. All my life I'd been treated like shit for something I'd had absolutely no control over. So could you really blame me that I felt intensely attracted towards the one person who didn't see me as just a slave? The one person who actually saw me as a living, breathing individual? Cared enough to have an actual conversation with me? "Oh, Mel," Miss Lillian sighed from behind me, and I squeezed my eyes shut as she wrapped her arms around me from behind, providing motherly affection.

The both of them left the house together, as they walked through the pack to the forest, they could hear a lot of whispering. "isn't that the prisoner from creekwood?" someone asked in a whisper. "yes, that's her. I heard she tried to kill our beloved Lily out of jealousy" someone replied. "she was jealous that the alpha picked Lily over her" "did she really try to compare herself with our beautiful Lily? What a joke, she is so ugly" Helena cleared her throat and turned around to give the gossipers a stern look. They quickly dispersed. Helena looked at Ava and patted her hand sympathetically. "don't pay any heed to them, they are just talkatives"

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.