The Villianess Daughter Novels & Stories

"That's who she is, our daughter the one you abused is a princess, a true royal of this kingdom and I think that is why someone tried to kill her. If you had gotten any closer to her then I would say you did it." She lowered her head looking like someone who was caught stealing. "How could Ianna be a princess? I don't believe it." Vaselissa said. I have never hated anyone but I hated Vaselissa. I raised that child and she only knew me as her father but she turned evil like her mother.

Her family's been a mess since she was little. [Her father abandoned her and her mother, her mom died after a long illness, and she worked three jobs to put herself through college. She's suffered so much!] [Her good days are coming! Once Nathan falls in love with her, nobody will ever dare bully her again!] [No! If Quinn protects her, what happens to the female lead's story? Villainess, get out of here!] Vivian looked up at me. Her eyes were slightly red, and drops of wine still clung to her lashes, yet her gaze remained clear and bright.

Her reaction was immediately replaced with a regretful smile as she replied, "Of course you wouldn't. I am the abandoned child of the emperor after all. Victoria Nightingale Teravania, daughter of Empress Catherine." "what?!" A series of surprise and confusion aroused the air. This child--it's been so long since I've seen her. I couldn't help but laugh in amazement "Haah! So you're alive" All eyes were diverted back at me with surprise. I shrugged my shoulders and answered their unspoken question. "I was the old butler of the Empress' palace before" This time, the lady's eyes widened as she looked at me. "What are you doing here? Are you here to spy on our clique?" Kian asked with an enraged

As though she hadn't just walked into the home of the woman who had spent years believing her dead. Alessia stopped. Victoria smiled. "Hello, Alessia." The color drained from Alessia's face. Amara had never seen her look like that. Not angry. Not cold. Shocked. Victoria's eyes moved past Alessia. Straight to Amara. "And you must be Daniel's daughter." Amara felt Alessia move slightly in front of her. Victoria laughed softly. "Still protecting people who don't belong to you." Alessia's voice was ice. "You have ten seconds to leave."

“Jesus Christ.” Memory crashes into me all at once—her childhood. Her father. Her friends. Every single thing. Minthe Vale. Villainess. The Villainess. Daughter of the Imperial Beta House and someone who . . . someone who dies in chapter three! She’s gonna have a future public execution! She’s obsessed with the Alpha King. Humiliates the heroine. And dies miserably. I sit there in silence while maids continue preparing clothes around me, my heartbeat pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

“Daethie. I promise you. This is will never, never be you. Look in my eyes. Mhm? I promise. I promise. This will never be you.” I searched his eyes with my own and saw in them the promise that he made. Of course, I thought. Of course, this would never be me. I was the daughter of a queen, the daughter of a dragon, the sister of a child of prophecy… And yet, my father’s people, my people, had been hunted almost to extinction. My mother had come to be queen because the wife of her brother had wanted to kill all of the brethren within Uyan Taesil after being driven from Nerith for attempting the same thing…

“...What past?” “It’s something we’d all buried, unwilling to mention it since it occurred. A painful event that affected us deeply.” A hundred thoughts and story tropes ran through my mind, wondering which of the many traumatic Alpha background stories I was about to hear. I doubted anything would have surprised me by this point, but as Thaddeus’s sad eyes finally met mine and spoke his next words, I realised I’d been wrong. “...It’s time you were told how Rubeus and Hazel’s daughter, Lucia, died.”

“She gave everything for you. And what did you do? You used her for your own benefit. You used her for publicity, for your image, like she was nothing but a prop.” He shook his head weakly, trying to speak, but the shadows around his throat silenced him. “You killed her child, Hyperion,” I spat, my rage bubbling to the surface. “You erased her memories, took away her life, and left her with nothing.” I saw the regret in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. “You’re not a hero,” I snarled. “You’re a villain. Just like the G.H.C. You pretend to fight for justice, but you’re all the same. All of you. You’re nothing but killers and liars.”

I'd told him to be careful, but no, he hadn't listened. It would be fun seeing him explain his way out of this one. "Yeah, Evan, why don't you tell her what that means?" He shot me a look, making me stifle a laugh before turning to Serena. "Uh, a virgin is a very sweet, very beautiful woman. Yes, that's what a virgin is." The young girl nodded gravely in understanding. "So that means mommy is virgin too! She is the prettiest woman I know!" Serena said, giving me a gap toothed grin.

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.