The Villainess Daughter Novels & Stories

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

“Damien Vale is a viper. He’s poison, Lila! He’s been circling me for years, waiting for an opening, and now I see what his play has been all along. You.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a pawn, Father.” “You are! He’s using you. Can’t you see that?” “No,” she shot back, surprising herself again with her boldness. “I see more clearly than I ever have in my life.” His fist hit the desk again. “You’re my daughter. You’ll not throw yourself into the arms of my enemy. Do you understand? I forbid it.” The word forbid struck her like a lash. She’d grown up under that iron tone, used to bending to it, used to being the perfect daughter in the perfect dress at the perfect dinners. But now—it cracked a

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

My heart tightened as I stared at my daughter in the arms of the woman I’d believed killed her. “You,” I growled at Marcene, as I took a step closer. The midwife took one backward. “Don’t hurt my mother,” Layla cried, clutching unto Marcene, “Uncle, don’t let her hurt momma,” she cried louder. And I stood there, frozen. I’d become the villain in my daughter’s eyes. “Eloise, we have to leave.” “I—I can’t leave my daughter here—” “She’ll be fine,” he assured as he ushered me away from the room, and from my daughter.

"She claims to be a daughter of....of Aosoth, the Greater Demon." Claims?! "But it's true!" Maddie chimed in, but Celia and Gerold ignored her. Celia turned to the Sword Sisters, who were seated on a small couch in the corner. "The Sword Sisters said so themselves." She said. "Did you not?" "We did, Celia Ravenwood." One of the Sisters spoke up. "But we were not aware it had any consequential value." "And we have had a meeting such as this, discussing the girl, have we not?" Another woman, an Asian in fighting gear, spoke up.

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

Revolting. I turned back to Anna, raising a brow. “Anna, I don’t do—” “He’ll be paying you $10,000 for ten minutes, Scarlett. Ten minutes won’t kill you, will it?” She shot me a warning frown. Even still, I wouldn't be doing it. As tempting as that money sounded, it wasn't enough to make me step into a private room with that creep. The pay was genuinely good, I won’t deny it. I only needed $5,000 for this month's payment to the Green Vipers, so getting an extra five thousand on top?

"Go ahead and pretend you don't know the large breasted she-wolf. People saw her at your house, you hear me? And I see her everywhere. If you employ her services, then of course, you'd be alright with sharing Theresa. They're all the same, aren't they?" "Listen here, Senior Johnson. Your daughter is getting less punishment than she deserved! You are losing less money than you should. Thank your fvcking stars, Tessa Nile is the enemy's daughter! If not, Ivy would lose her title and you'd lose all of your millions for daring to attack her!"

“Come home. Let the men finish their old war. You were never built for this part.” “You do not know what I was built for.” Kazimir’s hand spread over my stomach, holding me on him. “She is done talking to you.” “Then talk, Vanechka. Your father would have taken this deal in a minute.” “My father is dead because of your house.” “And you are fucking his killer’s daughter on a dirty wall. Do not lecture me about honor.” The room felt too small. I could hear my own pulse. I could hear the foundry building settle. I could hear how calm she stayed.