The Villianess Needs Her Tyrant Novels & Stories

Her wild, tear streaked eyes snapped directly toward me sitting in the armchair. Her expression twisted into pure, unfiltered hatred. "She does not deserve to be your wife!" the maid screamed hysterically at me, her voice entirely unhinged. "She is Vitiello trash! I am loyal to this family! I should be the one in your bed. She is a disease and she deserves to die!" Before she could scream another vile word, Killian grabbed her by the throat. He ripped her off the ground and threw her backward. She hit the hard marble floor and lay there, completely stunned.

"We can find another way! Don't sell your soul to a demon!" "I'm not selling my soul, dummy. But I will give anything just to be free again!" I screamed at her in my mind, drowning out her desperate pleas. "I will pay any price just to stand face to face with that wolfless bitch and have my fucking revenge on Marcellous and his entire pathetic pack! I was supposed to be their Queen, Vanya! So if I can't rule them, I don't mind being their downfall!" "You don't need to be anyone's downfall, Lilith..." Vanya wept quietly inside my soul, her voice breaking into tiny pieces. "You don't need a throne. You have me. I love you..."

"The woman from the lower veins has tamed the sovereign beasts. Today, she takes the eastern valleys; tomorrow, she will chain the winds themselves, and your mountain tribes will be forced to bow as slaves to her new empire. She is not a savior—she is a tyrant in the making." ​The chieftain of the western mountain clan, a scarred warrior named Kaelen, gripped his heavy battle-axe tightly, his eyes narrowing with bitter resentment. "No one chains the mountain wind," Kaelen growled, his voice deep and menacing. "If she comes for our skies, she meets our steel." ​Vlad smiled inwardly, concealing his malicious satisfaction beneath a mask of somber concern. His plan was falling into place.

"Valerius is a Lycan King! He fought off assassins for you! "And yet... the women around him are destroying me just the same," I said softly, looking Maya straight in the eyes. My eyes were dry now. The tears had completely dried up, replaced by a dark, numb coldness. "Vivianne. Leia. The concubines. The elders. They are using the same tactics, and it works. He is with her right now, holding her, while I am locked in this room like a criminal. How do you explain that huh?"

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

She moved like a viper—dangerous, seductive, unhinged. Behind her, two men dragged a body into the corner. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look. Just kept walking. “Are you sure?” asked the man at her side. “About going back?” Valeria turned slowly, her eyes glinting with feral obsession. “He belongs to me.” “He’s built an empire. Untouchable now. You saw what he did to Volkov.” A sick smile curved her lips. “And yet he let himself get soft. A woman. A baby. How precious.”

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.