The Villain Princess Seizes Control Novels & Stories

Prince Corean was frozen on the spot, he knew she could not push Tori away as the latter one tighten her grip on his body like the goddess-forsaken snake-like she was. Tori enjoyed the little exchange between the star-crossed lovers but she decided to butt in. After all, I am the villainess of this plot. Oh, I love being the villainess. Tori leaned to him hear while her eyes never left Tessa as she whispered to the second prince. "Tell her. Tell her that you will marry me. Only then, I will help you. Remember, you need me." Tori intentionally grazed his ears with her teeth which made Tessa's tears fall all the more.

What word had apparently failed to convey, in whatever garbled form it had reached the palace ahead of our arrival, was precisely who that offering had turned out to be. I watched the steward, a meticulous fae woman named Ilsbeth who had served three generations of Hidden Haven's rulers with unshakeable composure, actually falter mid-bow when Avaline stepped down from the carriage with Aida's small hand clasped in hers. Ilsbeth recovered admirably, of course, decades of court training smoothing her expression back into practiced neutrality within a heartbeat, but I had lived long enough to catch the flicker before it vanished, and I suspected I would be seeing a great deal more of it over th

Shit? What are you becoming, Normani? I thought bitterly. A strange man, a man I know nothing about, and yet I gave myself to him as if I had known him for years, as if he were safe. But I am the Princess of Scotland. My name alone makes armies bow their heads. How could I make myself so available to a man? The same gender who had betrayed me? Now, no more letting anyone past my walls just so they can crush me from the inside. I have no time for romance, no space in my heart for weakness. I was here for revenge, and when that was done, I would take my place on the throne.

“Mi lady! What's going on? What happened to you? Why are you bleeding?” A maid cried as she ran to Mia who laid on the cold floor bleeding from her chest. That strike was lethal and deadly. Because zero wanted to end her life at that point, so he planned on giving her a strike that would end her in a bit. But she still managed to escape regardless, all thanks to her fathers talisman. And since one of them got broken. That means her talisman remained one, and after she used it, she would be hopeless. With no sought of protection talisman again.

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.

said princess Kana . " Yes , I did ! A rather touching one . Especially your mother's reaction . " said prince Diego . " Please do not rub my wound, your highness ! " said princess Kana . " A villainess like you should be able to bear some pain . " said prince Diego . Hearing his words , she couldn't really deny the bad things that she had done nor did she intend to hide from those bad things . " ........Even villains have their own story . they didn't become villains because they want to but because they are forced . " said princess Kana with a calm and serious tone .

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.

For a breathless second, she thought he’d give in, sink his teeth into her neck right there, end the dance with fire. But again, he pulled back. Barely. His control was iron, but she saw the cracks. “Not like this,” he said. “Not as a weapon.” Elara’s lips parted, her wolf howling in protest. “And what if it’s not just revenge?” His silence was answer enough. He wanted her. She felt it in every breath, every glance, every shuddering restraint. The next day, Kieran struck harder. At a council gathering, he wove his words with expert charm, feigning innocence as he suggested the princess was being “unduly influenced” by his disgraced brother. Gasps rippled through the chamber, all eyes snappin