The Villainess Daughter Novels & Stories

I, nevertheless, can't help but have this unease. "I suspect they are some of the underground council members, but the two nobles haven't even realized it yet," said the man. “But their daughter had been taken." “They are unaware that their actual daughter has vanished, huh?” “Do you want me to preserve them when that time comes, too, aside from that? He is staring at me with narrowed eyes, but I merely sigh and say, "Let them burn in hell." ***

"What do you mean?" Nyx extended a hand, her movements deliberate. "You are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez. You must embrace this identity if you wish to survive." Carmen's breathing quickened, her chest heaving with panic. "No... No, I can't do this. I don't want this! I want to go back to my world, please. I do not want to be in this story. I don't."

“She is the reason we keep fighting. Not Victor’s empire. Not the syndicate. Her. We give her the life we never had.” Damien nodded, his eyes shining with new resolve. “The heir that was not. She is ours. And we will burn down anything that tries to take her from us.” Our daughter slept peacefully between us, her striking eyes closed but her presence filling the room with hope. Victor’s medical team had lied for months. They had created the illusion of a son to satisfy a dead man’s obsession. But the truth had come in the middle of the storm. A beautiful girl. Damien’s daughter. The one who broke every cold rule Victor had ever made.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“At 9 pm sharp, Fernando’s men will come to take the girl from here.” Now who the heck is Fernando? And why does he want that kid? No. No. No. No. I won’t let that happen. “Did they find that blonde girl yet?” one of the men asks. I pause. “No, she has probably escaped. Besides, there is no point in finding her when she has nothing to do with whatever we are planning to do.” “You don’t understand. She must have a purpose otherwise why would a stranger be interested in hearing our whole conversation? I know she must be a snitch sent by Zack himself.”

"You've all seen the video, so I'm not going to dwell too long on that. Victor Morel is a man with a long history of failed business ventures and personal grievances, who accused my daughter of something despicable. He sat in front of a camera, looked the world in the eye, and told a fucking lie. My apologies to the children watching this." A reporter raised her hand but I ignored her. "Victor Morel is a fucking coward who dragged my daughter into a business fight that should have remained between him and me. And why? Because he couldn't touch me directly. Because every time he's tried, I've pushed back. So he went after the one person he knew was vulnerable and I hold very dear." I leaned f

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now I look at the guards, "I'll take it from here, tell no one about this, consider that an order from Empress Atia," I say as I walk into the castle and tell Revdea to follow me, and I lead her to the Empress's room. We get to the door of Her Majesty's room right as Venus is leaving "Oh, you're back, who's that?" she asks when she notices Revdea "This is Revdea Ubris, she says she's the daughter of Nyx, and she came here looking for a job because her father died and her uncle was trying to force her into a marriage that she did not want," I say

“Jesus Christ.” Memory crashes into me all at once—her childhood. Her father. Her friends. Every single thing. Minthe Vale. Villainess. The Villainess. Daughter of the Imperial Beta House and someone who . . . someone who dies in chapter three! She’s gonna have a future public execution! She’s obsessed with the Alpha King. Humiliates the heroine. And dies miserably. I sit there in silence while maids continue preparing clothes around me, my heartbeat pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

Her irritation and dismay boil, clenching her hands tight and gritting her teeth from the fact that she will not acknowledge it no matter what happens. “I am my father’s only daughter, and no matter what happens he will always take my side. Besides, that bitch will not win against me no matter how hard she tries. She just got the approval of the twins, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t do things that will break them apart. As long as there is not a ring on her finger, I can still have my way.” “Such a snake. You are a hell of a villainess Erika.” “A villainess? I think I prefer to be the antiheroine.”