The Villainess Shall Be Mine Novels & Stories

I sneer. We walk together, me leading as she takes another step back, her body hitting the wall of the castle, her hands reaching back to find the slick, sharp stones. "Or maybe I just don't think you are worth the effort." I grin, my fangs elongating below my lip. I stand even closer, deep within her personal space, the pointed nose guard on my helm almost touching her face, as I bend down and ask, "But what does any of that matter to you, maid, as you are now mine to do with as I wish? You are a trophy, a prize, an item that I have collected to add to my horde. The only value you have is that which I assign you. Your village gave you away to pay off their debt."

“And I love you, my queen of mean.” I am Queen Victoria Rozenreff Eckrett, a villainess in the story Thorny Crown and the reigning queen of mean. THE END

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.

The body guard answered trembling. "Just get out" William yelled furiously, he banged the table loudly. "Yes, My Lord" The guard trembled out, thanking his stars that he wasn't killed. "Rubbish" William yelled, drinking the third bottle of the vodka, "I promise my self, if I get hold of her I will kill her myself.

I pleaded, tears rolling down my eyes. "I am not your father, you bitch. Don't you ever call me that again. I am your Alpha. The man you took his mate away from. And you're going to pay for it. I'll never let you shift. I'll never let you find your mate," he hissed at me, his eyes holding a crazed look as he moved towards me, wolfsbane in hand. "No!" I screamed with all my might, struggling against my restraints with all I had. "Please, no, don't do this. No, no, no!"

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.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.