The Villainess Daughter Novels & Stories

She knew every weakness, every blind spot, every way to bring even the strongest creature to their knees. And she used it without hesitation. She might be human… but no one in their right mind would dare call her weak. Because Lily wasn’t just Lily. She was the daughter of Vincenzo Moretti. The most ruthless mafia lord. The most dangerous vampire. A man so feared that even the word revenge bowed before his name. She wasn’t even his blood daughter, but he treated her like the center of his world. And if anyone as much as thought about harming her… they wouldn’t just die.

“Oh, Aria. I like you more and more. You’re sharper than I expected. But no, not your soul. Not yet.” My heart pounded. “Then what?” I pressed. Her eyes gleamed. “Before I tell you that… I think you deserve a proper introduction. After all, it wouldn't be nice to make such a deal without meeting the affected parties.” “What are you talking about?” She grinned, then she turned towards the shadows behind her. “Let me introduce you to my daughter.” My blood ran cold. Daughter? So this evil witch had a daughter; I almost pitied her. Or maybe she was as evil as her mother.

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

Just thinking of the name Leonidas was enough to ruin his day and now here was the daughter, standing in his office. Dark emotion rippled through him, unwelcome and unwanted. He reminded himself that the daughter wasn’t responsible for the sins of the father. ‘Why are you dressed as a nun?’ ‘I had to sneak past my father’s security.’‘I can’t imagine that was easy. Of course if your father didn’t make so many enemies he wouldn’t need an entire army to protect him.’ Blocking the feelings that rose inside him, he stood up and strolled round his desk. ‘What are you doing here?’

His gaze dragged slowly down my body, taking in the simple white silk dress they had forced me into, the way it clung to my curves, the rapid rise and fall of my breasts. “Seraphina Voss,” he said, voice low and smooth, laced with a faint accent that made my stomach tighten. “You’re even more beautiful than the photos.” I lifted my chin, refusing to cower. “And you’re exactly as monstrous as the rumors say.” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Good. I prefer my wives with fire. It makes breaking them so much more satisfying.” My father flinched. I glared at him. “You’re really doing this? Selling your own daughter to a murderer?”

Fucking, pathetic. “You are lying he... He won’t . He didn’t love her but he wouldn't do that.” She wiped at her tears and shook her head, refusing to believe me even though I sensed a part of her realised the truth. She said, “She is his daughter.” Her head jerked up as she gritted out, still fighting the truth maybe because she didn't want to accept how much she failed the sister that she was thinking she protected all this time, “You are putting everything you did on him... You are the villain!” “You think I am lying, then why don't you ask your sister.”

But I had thought they were scientists who just wanted to turn me into some lab rat because of my rare rod-like pupils. "What are you doing?" She asks, her eyes resting on the bunch of flowers in my hands. "Making a posy for Romeo." I announce, waving the bunch of flowers in the air before proceeding to string a red ribbon around them, "Because I'm the best girlfriend ever." "Mrs. Ferguson and her grandson were just letting out curse words at the unfortunate human being that dared to tamper with their flowers," She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?"

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

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.

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .