The Villianess Needs Her Tyrant Mga Nobela at Kwento

"My love, I did what was necessary to ensure our future, to secure our power and dominance. Tyler was a weak link, blinded by his allegiance to our enemies. Now, with him out of the way, we can rise to greater heights." He recoiled, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You speak of treachery, Nabitha. I cannot stand idly by and watch as you manipulate and harm our own. This is not the path we agreed upon when we united our packs." I laughed mockingly, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Oh, my dear husband, you were always the naive one. Our union was merely a means to an end, a way to consolidate our power. Now, with Tyler incapacitated, I shall ascend to the throne, and you will be at my

“Offering House Durnath’s men a chance to serve you.” She arched a brow. “You disapprove?” A slow smirk crossed his lips. “Not at all. I find it... fascinating.” He leaned forward. “The rulers before you were feared, but they were predictable. You? You are something else entirely.” Lillian studied him carefully. Gavriel had proved himself a valuable ally today, but she wasn’t naive enough to believe he had thrown his support behind her out of pure goodwill. He wanted something. “And what is it that Vaeloria seeks?” she asked bluntly.

The villain let out a final, violent shudder before dropping completely unconscious, his body slumping out of the shattered throne like a discarded piece of trash. ​The vanguard enforcers immediately dropped their weapons to the floor, the heavy kinetic rifles clattering against the marble in a collective, unconditional surrender. The remaining Council lords fell completely silent, staring up at the gallery in absolute, petrified awe. ​Vivian walked down the grand marble staircase of the chamber, her boots clicking in a steady, dominant rhythm. Julian immediately turned away from the throne, his savage focus instantly melting into a fierce, possessive warmth the moment his eyes locked onto h

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

She is, in fact, a Verine, the family that provides the Lafera household with strong support and complete control over the empire's military. I mimic what Xander said to the woman, "I sincerely apologize, Milady." She sneers at me instead of saying anything that I can hear. When that happens, I slyly close my eyes. This young lady is a terrific pretender. “It's okay,” she says after pausing to take a quick glance at Xander, "Moreover, young lord, may I ask for a dance with you?"

“You’re still not a good enough substitute. You can cry about it all you want, but you aren’t half the woman that Leanna is. If anything, you’re simply a cheap copy. And I don’t want anything to do with you. If you try to look for me again, you’ll be spending a week in the dungeons.” Her body quivers in rage. “A copy? How dare you call me that cheap whore’s copy?!” I’m on my feet in an instant, my hand wrapped around her throat. “Cheap whore? My Leanna? I think you’re confused. You are the whore here, Vivian. I know the name of every lover you’ve had in your bed. My Leanna is pure. She is loyal. And she is my mate. You are nothing.” I toss her to the ground, and she clutches her throat, her

"You have a lot of nerve pretending I owe you something." "You owe me everything," she said thinly. "You think I would have ever been friends with you if you weren't useful to me?" "I doubt you ever saw me as a friend, Vivian." "You--" “How long are you going to pretend you’re the victim here? How long do you think I'll stand by and not say anything about you fucking my fiancé the entire time we were dating? You're probably still fucking him now!" She scoffed. "I'm the Brightclaw princess, I can have whatever I want. Tyler was convenient."

"Your Majesty, my daughter is banished, yes — but as we have come together to seek the truth, she has every right to stand here." To say Valeria's infinite smugness was fraying my nerves would be an understatement. She stood tall and proud in the center of the room, the traitorous bitch, basking in the moment like some wronged hero — while my Luna sat burning under the puzzled, weighing stares of the Elders. “Kill the bitch,” Tyr snarled in my skull. I'd have loved nothing more. But I couldn't. At least not yet. I reached for Zlata's hand, closed mine firmly around it, and leaned back in my chair, forcing my body into a looseness I did not feel.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.