The Villainess Blind Date Novels & Stories

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

Before Amora could respond, the woman continued, "I just wanted to remind you that you have a blind date scheduled with your dating partner at Fairy Cafe at two o'clock this afternoon. Please don't miss your chance, Miss Lysander." "W-Wait a minute. I think you have the wrong person," Amora explained. She had never participated in a blind date with a man or been set up through any dating app as described by the woman named Angeline Stewart. "But aren't you Miss Lysander? Amora Lysander, isn't that correct?" Angeline reiterated, making sure she wasn't mistaken in contacting her app client. "Yes. I am Amora Lysander. But I never signed up for the matchmaking app you mentioned," Amora asserted

"Mr. Campbell, you're finally here! She's been picking on me." I turned around and finally saw Cohen. My eyes lit up. No wonder Dad said I'd be happy with this match. With his broad shoulders, long legs, and sharp features, he looked about 70% like my favorite comic character. That alone was enough for me to give him one more chance. I smiled. "Mr. Campbell? I'm Bella Hurley, your blind date. Your father should have told you about me." Cohen's father, Ruben Campbell, had once been nothing more than a small-time underling in the Cerulean Gang. It was Dad who recognized his business talent and gave the Campbell family the backing to rise step by step to where they were now.

At that, the Scottish damsel pushed herself from the seat, stalking so close to the blonde she could smell her cologne. "Do not try to play the caring cousin now," she rasped, pushing herself closer to the other lady in a manner she forced to be threatening, "You've never changed from being selfish. And I'll never forget your family's neverending quest for power. The Duke's death and your betrothal to his son days after cannot be a coincidence, can it?" The aura had become a bit tense, or maybe more than a bit. Both ladies exchanged glares just as daring, with secret intentions to strangle the beauty from the other.

“He lost a bet to his pack’s delta, so he had to go on a ‘real’ date. No one-night stand or sleeping with the girl at the end. And I was the lucky she-wolf his best friend chose to be his blind date.” “Okay, that’s actually hilarious,” Blake says with a snort of laughter. “I mean, I know you were hoping to meet someone who could be a potential mate, or, even better, your actual fated mate, but getting to be the only girl the playboy of Crescent Lake has ever taken on a date is priceless,” she adds as she reaches for another slice. “Want some?” she asks, pointing at the bbq chicken pizza. “I just had dinner, remember?”

Vivian's eyes gleamed maniacally. Disgusted, Sean said, "You were just there to relieve my needs. How could I possibly be with someone like you? I've already compensated you. Stop looking for me!" Then, Sean walked toward me. "Sean Sherman, since you love her so much, join her in hell!" Vivian roared and ran toward Sean with the knife in her hand.

To whoever set this up, I swear I’m that person will get a crisp curse from me. They let me enter a room where there’s a table on it and some blindfolded students who have their dates as well. The venue is very elegant for this date thingy and there’s a music playing in the background but this doesn’t make any sense to me. I look around and the two guys accompanying me pointed out the guy for my blind date. I walk and sit in front of him while he’s still blind folded. “You can open it now” I stated. He rushed removing his blind fold and surprised to see me.