The Villainous Daughter Novels & Stories

Invading a Lording vampire’s mind, or more than likely, his mind, to ensure his wife’s safety would be nothing to him. “Vivian?” Katherine repeats her daughter’s name, then looks at my father in horror. “My daughter, Vivian? Is my daughter the one your pack took? The human girl you are forcing to be with your son?! She is the one you are abusing. You monster?!” “What?!” I exclaimed in surprise, along with Stephanie and Uncle Nate.

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.

She exhaled, then tried to tell herself that it was no big deal. This person was only an evil lady trying to take her daughter away from her and destroy the entire red moon pack by putting on a fake appearance and soft attitude. Her main goal was to kill her daughter. This mother fucking bitch wants her daughter dead! A flash of anger gave her strength and she charged towards the lady again in blind rage. "Valentina stop!" the lady was saying, but Val would have none of that. She wasn't listening to her anymore. She wouldn't let herself be deceived by her.

Come alone… or end up like your father. I turned at Avelina’s face so i could catch her reaction when the message ended. She has the stubbornness of her father, his fear and strength. God help me—I love all of it. But if she is not careful, the fire within her consumes her before she knows it. She tries to take the phone from me, but I keep it in my grip. “You know this is a trap, right?” I say. “She wants you isolated from me so she can strike, pull you away from my protection.”

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

“Why did he even bring her back? She ran away twice.” “Well, he showed her, didn’t he? She’ll never be one of us.” “Yeah, he should have put her head on a spike or gutted her like her father. Save himself a lot of trouble.” A male voice offered its opinion. “Or given her to the brothel.” As if I had a choice. But that didn’t matter to them. To them, I would always be the hated daughter of the infamous hunter. I wiped my mouth with a napkin, straightened my spine and pretended not to hear their discussion.

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!” Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident. The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze. It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl. I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death. I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

"You've all seen the video, so I'm not going to dwell too long on that. Victor Morel is a man with a long history of failed business ventures and personal grievances, who accused my daughter of something despicable. He sat in front of a camera, looked the world in the eye, and told a fucking lie. My apologies to the children watching this." A reporter raised her hand but I ignored her. "Victor Morel is a fucking coward who dragged my daughter into a business fight that should have remained between him and me. And why? Because he couldn't touch me directly. Because every time he's tried, I've pushed back. So he went after the one person he knew was vulnerable and I hold very dear." I leaned f

“She is the reason we keep fighting. Not Victor’s empire. Not the syndicate. Her. We give her the life we never had.” Damien nodded, his eyes shining with new resolve. “The heir that was not. She is ours. And we will burn down anything that tries to take her from us.” Our daughter slept peacefully between us, her striking eyes closed but her presence filling the room with hope. Victor’s medical team had lied for months. They had created the illusion of a son to satisfy a dead man’s obsession. But the truth had come in the middle of the storm. A beautiful girl. Damien’s daughter. The one who broke every cold rule Victor had ever made.