The Villianess Needs Her Tyrant Novels & Stories

Tyler lowered his gaze to take in Vicky's panicked expression, his dark eyes growing cold and distant. He raised his gaze to the disheveled state Valencia was in with a chilling glint in his eyes. "Vicky, I will make you regret ever coming into this world! Capture her and bring her back! Also, call Orion and bring in more people! I refuse to believe that I can't deal with a powerless woman like her!" Valencia screamed. "Tyler!" Vicky's voice trembled. She had fought so hard for this brief window to escape, and if she was captured once again, she would likely get killed.

And I knew without a doubt that she would help as much as possible. "My nanny, Miss Lillian, she might know something about this war. Even if she doesn't, she can probably point us to someone who does. Do you want to talk to her?" I offered. Alpha Evan raised a brow. "She'd help me?" I couldn't help but smirk. "She might, if you ask nicely enough." Now, both his brows raised. "What is that supposed to mean?" "She was my nanny growing up, still kind of is. The woman can be stern as hell when she wants to be, specially when she meets someone new. You'll have to be extremely charming and thoughtful if you want her to help you. Think you can manage that?"

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

He was a rival worthy of her love, too, and so was Giovanni who was working quietly in the shadows. The woman Valerian knew was different from the woman I knew. We both had our share of memories with her. No memories were greater than the other. Both were just as meaningful. I understood it now. “Will you fight your own kin for Alexandra?” Valerian shrugged. “I had already fought Kenneth and his knights. I cannot back out now. I can’t say I’m with you on this because I know you hate my existence just as much as I hate yours. But I can say with absolute certainty that I’m with Cassandra on this.”

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“Azariah, my daughter. Look at me. You know I am telling the truth. You see it in my face. You see it in your own. I am your father. I am the only person here who loves you for who you are, not for what you can give them. He does not love you. He never did. He bought you. He owns you. He has brainwashed you into thinking this is your home. But it is not. It is a prison. And I am here to set you free.” Silence. Absolute heavy silence filled the room. It felt like no one was breathing. They looked at Julian, and they saw a hero. A grieving father comes to rescue his child from a cruel, powerful dynasty. They looked at Kiel, and they saw the villain. The greedy heir who stole a wife and used he

She was no longer just a girl who had been saved; she was a queen who was fighting back, her power a growing, undeniable force. Valen was a stoic, silent presence, his face a mask of grim determination. He was a Varek soldier in a land of strangers, his loyalty a beacon of unwavering light in the suffocating darkness of the mountains. He was not just fighting for his king; he was fighting for the girl he had failed to protect, a debt of honor that he would repay with his life.

"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.