The Villainess Shall Be Mine Novels & Stories

Thaleia Xaviera, you can reincarnate into a butterfly, a flower, or anything that the mages or witches might think of cursing ys, but I’ll always find my way back to you. Lady Vienna watched in shock, her tears flowing earnestly again as she let him talk. Is this a dream? She pinched herself to make sure. He then continued, “I’m willing to be the villain for you. I’m willing to gamble my destiny, take any curse, and even repeat any life cycle if it means staying with you for the rest of my life. So Lady Vienna, I will selfishly ask this in this lifetime. Will you be my wife?” Lady Vienna cupped her face, covering her mouth as she stopped herself from shaking in joy, “But I believe I am alrea

Just then, I can't help but smile bitterly. I am so helpless. All this time, I pretended that I am strong and everything are doing well but in truth, I am not fine. The truth is, I still wanted to be close with him. I still wanted to keep the affection I have for him But... What choice do I have. I am juat a villainess who's meant to die. Whether I treasure the male lead as my best friend or more than that, nothing will happen no matter how much I give some effort. Because in the end, a vilainess like me is meant to die at the hands of the protagonists.

The laugh grew, echoing maniacal. "I can see! I can see!" She spun back, laughing loud, head thrown back. A dangerous smile split her face—sharp, fanged almost, eyes gleaming with feral joy. She turned to me, that smile promising chaos. "You want to know how to defeat Vuk?" she purred, stepping closer. "I will tell you..." The hunger in me roared. This was it. My villainess, born from blood and demon eyes. Together, we'd devour the North.

I asked, a mockery-wrapped laughter erupting from my lips. "You seem to have forgotten something, though. I hate you, and I hate Amery. As long as something makes the two of you happy, I will take it away." I added, and the way he looked at me? His gaze was filled with so much hatred, so much disbelief, like he was looking at the queen of evil herself. Well, he wasn't wrong to judge me like that. I was the queen of vengeance and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. " You can paint me as the villainess. I honestly don't care. And if it makes you happy, you can call me the devil herself. " I suggested, faux kindness framing my features.

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

"I won't let him have a moment of happiness with that woman. I'll shatter their fairy tale, and they'll understand the price of betraying me. I’m his fated mate, but he rejects me a thousand times!” Her thoughts twisted and turned, envisioning scenarios where she could dismantle their happiness, where she could expose the flaws and weaknesses of their bond. The darkness within her grew, nurturing her villainous desires. "I'll take pleasure in their suffering," Darlyn whispered to herself, her voice filled with a chilling delight. "They'll realize the grave mistake they've made, turning their backs on me. No one crosses me without paying the consequences." Her eyes gleamed with a wicked deter

“My favorite color. Just like your eyes when you have nothing but fear in them.” My hands fisted on either side of me. “You are a sick bastard.” His voice turned cold. “You are the weakest in my ward, and I don’t condone weaknesses.” He threw the stilettos to the bed. Some of them fell to the ground but I held his gaze. Not for once looking away from him. “Get better or be dead, because I can assure you, your death is already on my to-do list. Don't push it to the top three by making War

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

“Better than I imagined.” Kane's grin widened. “What is?” I tilted my head, savoring the thought. "My plan to destroy Maryelle and Phantom’s relationship. And once I'm done, I’ll do what I always do—save Phantom. He’ll turn to me, and like a moth to a flame, he’ll choose me. This time I’m not settling for the girlfriend position. I’m going to be his queen. I’ll make sure girls like Maryelle and floozies like Lola never have access to him again. Our people deserve better. Positive change won’t happen unless someone decides to do what needs to be done. I’m happy to be the temporary villain if it means saving Phantom and this kingdom.”