The Villainess Shall Be Mine Novels & Stories

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

that journey was now going to lead to my own demise. I wasn’t some magical, Goddess blessed white wolf girl of prophecy. I was the one who got in her way. And my partner in crime, the one who would hurt her most, was the man next to me. He will be her first mate, finding out on her eighteenth birthday, and it will be him who ultimately hurts and degrades her to the lowest point of her life. He becomes the drive she needs to awaken her powers and seek out a better life elsewhere.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

She stood before me, the crimson light pouring from her in waves that made my vision blur, that made the contract scar burn with an intensity that threatened to consume my wrist, my arm, my entire existence. “You are the villainess,” she said, and her voice carried no accusation, only the flat observation of the story reasserting itself. “You were meant to die at Hauntspire High. You were meant to enable the heroine’s rise. You were meant to be forgotten, erased, a footnote in a narrative that had no use for your survival.” She raised her hand, Elara’s hand, the fingers that had touched my cheek with such desperate tenderness, and the crimson light gathered around her palm, forming a shape t

And without wasting any time he thrusted inside her in an animalistic pace. "You will love me. You will fucking love me. You're mine. You're mine. I own you. You have to love me." With that everything blacked out but he didn't stop. He didn't even after feeling her motionless body laid under him. If this was the definition of love then every villain was indeed in love with his prey. ________________________________________ Damn, that was some long shit. Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians

“Who are you?” Heard a giggle, as the faces of my abusers are all wide in horror and to the brim of like dying because of it. I could see my shadow growing over me. A shadow that in a second shifted into someone. With a smile that is so wide, eyes that is a blood shut. I couldn’t feel any fear at that moment, like it was nothing. Just then, she introduces herself. ‘EMBODIMENT OF ONE OF THE SIN, TWIN OF LUST HIMSELF. THE ONLY PRINCESS, BUT SOON WILL BE A PRINCE. ENVY, AT YOUR SERVICE.’

” She continued to take down the rouges and hunters as Jonathan recorded. “….I want what I deserve…I want to kill the rouges..sit back and watch them learn…it’s finally my turn….If they want a villain for a queen..I’m gonna be one like they’ve never seen..I’ll show them what it means..now that I am bad…I will be the ruler of the dark and the bad…’cause the devil’s sitting on my shoulder where the angels used to be..and he’s calling me the queen of mean (calling me, calling me)…the queen of mean (calling me, calling me)…I want what I deserve..”

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.

he snarled intensifying his finger thrusts " You are mine , I won't let you leave me . You made me crazy for you until I can't even control my insanity for you . I no longer care about what others want , this is my life and you are mine , I will make you mine and once I do , I will posses you every bit , every inch ..Do you know what I want to do right now ?" " No " shaking her head she answered " I want to fu*k you , I want to brand you as mine so no one will ever look at you , never again !" he growled slamming his lips so harsly against her's that their teeth banged against each other " But I won't, I won't disrespect you like that , when I brand you as mine ....You will be standing by my