The Villainous Daughter Novels & Stories

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE TWELVE Charlotte POV My heart skip a beat, I quickly walk out of the corridor. I felt bitter within me. I went home and met my dad in the sitting room looking puzzled "Good evening dad" I said trying to avoid any conversation as I head toward my room "Where is Chris?" he ask in a tense voice, I guess he knew Chris left already "An just coming back from school have not see him" I mumbled

This is a show for the pack, showing them that they have respect for each other but are friends as well. “Queen Seraphina, these males here are responsible for the second kidnapping of your daughter, they have been charged with assault of a female, kidnapping and treason. Our penalty is the same as in your kingdom. The penalty is death. Your daughter has already paid them her punishment. Now it is up to you if you would like to carry out their penalty or pass it to someone else.” “I...” She is interrupted by one of the males that believed what my father would say about vampires “She is a vampire... She does not have authority here...”

She breathes out and says, “There’s no magic to keep it closed anymore. Would you like to come out? I can keep you hidden until we find mom.” A sob swells in my throat and I find myself unable to speak. I am so proud of her. Terrified for her wellbeing, but so proud of how strong she is. My daughter, Violet Moon Stone, the white wolf, and my savior.

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

“Damien Vale is a viper. He’s poison, Lila! He’s been circling me for years, waiting for an opening, and now I see what his play has been all along. You.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a pawn, Father.” “You are! He’s using you. Can’t you see that?” “No,” she shot back, surprising herself again with her boldness. “I see more clearly than I ever have in my life.” His fist hit the desk again. “You’re my daughter. You’ll not throw yourself into the arms of my enemy. Do you understand? I forbid it.” The word forbid struck her like a lash. She’d grown up under that iron tone, used to bending to it, used to being the perfect daughter in the perfect dress at the perfect dinners. But now—it cracked a

Was she suggesting that I should let my daughter turn into a monster who would bring misery to innocent lives? "I don't want my daughter to become an evil person," I said, my voice unintentionally raised due to my anxiety, spurred by Veem's statement. "Are you saying you see your daughter as a monster?" Veem narrowed her eyes, holding Yuna out of my reach, causing my heart to race. I swallowed hard and shook my head, still attempting to get closer, but her men blocked my path. "That's the very definition of a weresin. A child who would bring chaos, and chaos is a sign of wickedness," I argued, my frustration growing as I tried to assert myself. The way she spoke about my daughter and agreed

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

It was cruelty. “Well, well,” she purred, voice syrupy and poisonous, “the little pet’s still breathing.” My jaw clenched. Valentina Greco. A name that dripped with legacy and cruelty. Daughter of New York's most feared mafia clan, a woman born with blood on her hands and diamonds at her throat. Our families had once shared power like gods. Until Damian razed mine to ash. She hated me. Not because I wronged her, but because I existed where she wanted to be—near him.