The Villainess's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

I didn’t belong here. “Father... Alistair is right... Scarlett isn’t a good person,” Victor then added, being the only other person present that had the courage to interrupt them. “You can ask Aurora yourself. She grew up with Scarlett in Easthaven. They made her into a slave, forced her into serving them. But she’s a survivor of the war with Ashburne. Aurora was just telling me this morning about how Scarlett was one of the worst offenders of her abuse.”

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Pretend she isn’t the bloodline I dreamt about destroying. The more I think about it, the longer I spend smashing the home-made punching bag that has been hung in the repurposed Black Hall. Sweat drips down my body, frustration pouring out of me but never sated. Everyone here knows she is the daughter of Valdis. Howen has said more than once she is a bad seed, a reputation amongst the other workers.

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.

chided my father, “He mentioned you even initiated it. And after what you stated last night at dinner.” “If I had initiated it, why in the world would he have blocked my powers?” I grinded my teeth. “He lies to you, Coven leader. This is your daughter, why do you not have her back?” coldly stated Damien. “What would a killer know?” shot back Vincent. “I may be a killer, but even I know how to respect women, and nearly being around for five centuries, I know when someone is lying. Your daughter speaks the truth,” defended Damien. I wish he’d ease up on his tone. Vincent looked between us.

“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.

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.