The Villainess Needs A Tyrant Novels & Stories

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

And that strength had been passed to Tarragon. “Tarra,” I pulled her to a stop and waited until she looked at me, truly looked at me beyond the irritation of being halted in her passage. “Tarra. I believe in you,” I held her eyes. “I believe in you. I believe that you will end this. That you were meant to end this. And you were meant to be the heir to Uyan Taesil, to rule as wisely, as equally and unjudgementally as our mother. A king to none and queen to all. The sacrificial lamb with a dragon’s heart must learn to roar to win the war. The binding between mankind and brethren lies with a brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom.”

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

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.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

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.

My large hands grabbed her body, forcing her to straddle me. "You did give yourself to me, now submit to my command." I order, but she rolled her eyes like a brat. "I'm yours, but if you want to spend a lifetime fucking instead of fighting then you will learn that I give orders too and my friends are not to be harmed." "Tyler is your friend?" I asked with venom in my words. "No, but he is my responsibility. Soon I will be his Queen and I won't rule like my father or those before him. Tyler cheated on me and that was wrong, but it doesn't mean he deserves to die."

"Thanks to your greed, I lost the king's child. No words will be able to explain the hurt that I felt at the moment. Tomorrow will be your sentence day but I thought I should give you a bit of a headstart on what your punishment will be like first." Another step. "You wanted to usurp my husband's throne, how about I take you away from the surface of the earth first? I've killed your daughter, it won't be hard to do the same to the father." Raising a hand, she beckoned on one of the soldiers that came with her. He immediately walked towards her. "Take him out of his chains." She ordered coldly.

she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up. They're not illusions—I can feel their heartbeats, their breath, their rage and fear and desperate hunger. These are the roads not taken, given flesh and fury, and every single one of them wants to be the only Selene who walks away from this place. "Well," the Tyrant-me says, her voice like mine but carved from ice and authority, "isn't this delightfully morbid." She surveys the others with the casual disdain of someone who's spent lifetimes ruling through fear. "I suppose we're meant to fight until only one remains? How pedestrian."