The Villainess Has Fun Again Novels & Stories

A few scattered comments drifted across my vision. [Honestly, the villainess is kind of pitiful…] [Pitiful? Seriously? Are you even seeing what's happening? Of all people, you feel bad for the villainess?] [Tell me about it. The male lead shouldn't have let her off so easily. Maisie clearly wasn't happy.]

” Nyssa smirked before chanting the same death spell that killed her mate. “You can’t destroy me, bitch !” Vlad barked. “Well I am. Happy Journey to Hell, you rotten dog. Skadoosh !” Nyssa chimed and that was revenge served best cold !! The ultimate revenge. Now it was chatting time with the villain’s harem of witches. Just couldn’t wait to show those bitches their true place- in the pots of boiling oil in hell !! From the far corner of the pack land, when she heard Zompano’s cries, she knew her husband must be smiling at them right now.

Not when that old hag held my entire life by the throat. And every time I replayed his threat, my body shook. “I will kill her if you get near her.” I clenched my fists, swallowing the scream clawing up my chest. I couldn’t lose her. Not her. Never her. Girly’s POV “Okay, sir. Okay. I’ll be there tomorrow.” I hung up and stretched out my arms. Finally! My villain era here was done. Hahaha. Sad, but also—YAY! I can go back to Shun, my love!

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

he complained. I smiled up at him. “We’ll grow it again tomorrow, and then you can leave it. But, if that old woman comes back before we do, a magically growing vine is somewhat suspicious, don’t you think?” “This is why you’re the hero, and I’m the villain,” he leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead. “You’re clearly the wisest, as well as kindest of the two of us.” “Oh, Aien,” I laughed, blushing. “I’m not a hero.”

Nobody saw her move from where she stood but what they saw made the remaining four villains cower. She smiled slyly and uttered arrogantly,” why don’t you come and have a taste of this doll?” the men took several steps back but were all soon on their backs unconscious. Only the one with the katana had managed to cut of the sleeves of her white dress before his neck was locked in a dead grip just enough to make him pass out.

she half yelled and walked closer "Did I do anything wrong not to deserve happiness?" she went on with her questions. "Now, you watch and see as I make you the villain of your story. The one who is being hated by all. You will take back the curse you have placed on everyone." she whispered to Rielle and slowly moved back. "Watch and see the new turn of destiny." "Wait......wait....." Rielle yelled out, jerking out of the dimension she was in. Her hand was stretched out like she was trying to reach out to someone. She stayed still that way and a drop of tear flow down her cheek.

And finally have a chance to get over madame Browne and repay back all my favors at once. It was going to be easy, ruining an event was also in my field of expertise and I was ready to bring back the hidden part of my self. It felt good to be the villain, I get to finally make other's suffer. To watch them build up something and just walk in and snap it into pieces. Watch out, Ella McKinney for your doom is just a week and a half away! Hahahaha.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

she sighed, as if she were bored, “I am hundreds of years old. I am powerful and nothing you can do will stop me from achieving my goal. I will destroy the Werewolf race and I will continue to rule over my kind as Queen.” Why is it that villains always monologue? Max thought before he heard Dmitri’s voice call out. “What then, Madeline?” Dmitri stood tall, now in his human form, with his fists clenched tight as he scowled at her. “Let us believe, for a moment, you win. Werewolves are gone as you wish them to be and you are Queen. What then? Have you only ever thought of revenge for so long that you never once thought of living your life?!” Dmitri’s accusation seemed to have stopped Madeline