The Villainesss Daughter Novels & Stories

Aileen couldn't think of anything that may care so much for the lady, but the woman who gave birth to Schereziel. "Mother / My sister,' says Viishaun and Lady Khaleesi in chorus. "Why would that sorceress put her daughter in such a risky situation? Does she not love her own child?" Viishaun asked, still perplexed for whatever the reason his mother-in-law for casting a dangerous spell on her own child.

It passed a message across perfectly. "The fact that you think that you can make kneel before you is laughable. The fact that you believe that you can orchestrate some sort of half-assed revenge against us is pathetic and sad. I would have destroyed you even without all these restraints. I would have beaten you within an inch of your life because I am not the target you probably thought I was. I am Alessandra Rinaldi Zolotov, the daughter of the Head of the Cosa Nostra and the wife of the Head of the Bratva. You messed with the wrong bitch and I plan on avenging every single woman you have hurt."

I say, and he chuckles. “Oh kid, being the hero is underrated. Now being the villain that is so much more exciting. You won’t stop me and you won’t be doing a damn thing. You see that little bitch is my daughter, no matter what you claim her to be to you. I own her, well, sort of. So make no mistake, I will happily go through you and your entire MC to get her. Shall we see if I’m bluffing?” He says and I step closer to him, not taking my eyes from him. “Try it. You will be dead before you get your hands on her.” I spit and he rolls his glassy eyes.

With the last question, everyone instantly turned to me with a curious look. I know, I should know who’s who, knowing I’m the notorious villain who ruins everyone’s lives. The Bennington Princess who’s a vile, seducing witch to married men and a snake to women. “Are you serious?” The Mayor’s daughter raised her brow. “Yeah.” I shrug and her brows instantly shot up. A couple of commentaries of how I was living under a rock for not knowing was mutually shared around the table. “Konstantin Morozov. Him.” The Mayor’s Daughter pointed and, as if time stopped, my eyes met with blood.

“Oh, Aria. I like you more and more. You’re sharper than I expected. But no, not your soul. Not yet.” My heart pounded. “Then what?” I pressed. Her eyes gleamed. “Before I tell you that… I think you deserve a proper introduction. After all, it wouldn't be nice to make such a deal without meeting the affected parties.” “What are you talking about?” She grinned, then she turned towards the shadows behind her. “Let me introduce you to my daughter.” My blood ran cold. Daughter? So this evil witch had a daughter; I almost pitied her. Or maybe she was as evil as her mother.

Vashti’s Daughter definitively ends the debate. At some future time twenty-nine year old newly divorced Anna Steine, sole owner of Steine and Steine, a Los Angeles book publisher, will remember that it was exactly 2:18 pm when two items appeared on her desk; an invitation to her friend’s Purim party and an unsolicited manuscript entitled “Vashti’s Daughter.” These items will take her on a journey back to 366 BCE where she will have to break an ancient curse in order to find true love in the present, risk her business and forever change the world’s opinion of the true heroine of the ancient story.

“As expected of my son! A crown princess is a good choice! That's how I got your mother too! Ahahahaha!” No, wait, honey, we can't allow our son to be a homewrecker! Oh, but she's an abandoned Crown Princess, he says? Then I guess it's o…kay, right? -END- *Thank you to the avid readers of The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later! Hope you enjoy this story. Look forward to the next story ^^*

“Well, that would just be trouble, wouldn’t it? I am hardly the man any dragon wants for his daughter. The son of a villain, a warlock who turns villagers into stone…” “It’s not like that, Aien,” I said softly, placing my hand over where his rested on his knee. Though, truly, I did not know. My ideas of appropriateness came from my mother’s court, which although it shared its realm with the fairy brethren, held to predominantly human ideas of behavior. “Dragons aren’t like that.” “But you are not just a dragon, Daethie,” he said with unusual darkness. For a moment, I could see the man his father was reputed to be on his face. “You are also a princess.”

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.