The Villianess Needs Her Tyrant Novels & Stories

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

Damian stared deeply at Enola, this time without a cynical smile. Enola got up from the sofa and walked gracefully towards Damian. Her gaze was sharp, but her smile was sweet. “And you like dangerous women, don’t you, Mr. Tyrant?” Enola arrived in front of Damian, and he pulled her waist closer until the distance between them disappeared. “Be careful, Enola. The fire you light could burn you.” Damian chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. Enola leaned her face forward as if to kiss Damian, but she quickly moved to Damian’s ear.

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

"But seriously, I couldn't believe this. My lady and His Highness were truly like the main characters of the novel I've read." Seriously? Another novel? I chuckled at her statement. "What novel is it this time?" "The Tyrant's Beloved Doll." I raised my eyebrows at the mention of the scandalous title. "What was that about?" "It was about a princess who tamed her tyrant brother. It was later revealed that he wasn't her brother and they end up together in the end," she explained excitedly. Well, I admitted, it was kinda similar. At least it was better than the one who broke the bed on the first night.

Liliana raised her chin sharply. "Impossible. But just to humor you, if it's really the Raven Prince, then I will never force you to marry Tyson. And I will never speak bad things about the Raven Prince. But, if it is not, then you have to marry Prince Tyson" she said firmly. Valerie is sure that it's Raphael. So she is not worried about marrying Tyson. "Deal. He will be back soon. Hide behind that curtain. I will prove it to you today" she said confidently.

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

Kennifer suddenly jumped high and pulled Vilian to the floor. Then she looked above, even though she couldn't see anyone, "Vergio, this one's mine. This is my chosen concubine. I will not let you take him," she declared, her chest heaving, hands fisted by her sides. "Woman, let go of Mr Vilian. He doesn't belong with you lot," a voice spoke from hidden speakers. "His dick's already bonded with me and the other girls. And I like him and he's mine,"

My heart froze when the tip stopped in my direction. “She used magic!” I turned to Leon. “Isn’t that supposed to be against the rules?” “Are you scared already, weakling?” She smirked. Weak what? “Bring. It. On.” “Truth or dare?” My fingers greased my stilettos slightly. “Truth.” “Hmm... let’s see.” Ivella inspected her fingers before turning back to me. “How does it feel knowing you will not be alive long enough to graduate? For someone as powerless as you, it’s obvious you won’t survive. So tell me, how does it feel?”

Vivienne stood off to the side, her posture reeked of self-satisfaction, “Isn’t this poetic?” she said, almost to herself, but the venom beneath couldn’t be mistakenly. “The mighty Eros, protector of his precious Rosetta, reduced to nothing. And her? A so-called noble lady, caught red-handed with her lover like a common harlot.” She ran a finger along the edge of the Duke’s ornate throne, letting the moment linger, her smirk deepened as she caught Nia’s wide, tear-filled eyes. “You know,” she said, her voice cut through the room like a blade, “I always wondered what it would take to bring the two of you to your knees. Turns out, not much.” She chuckled softly,

“I’m the perfect puppet — cursed blood, disgraced name, and now mated to the man who helped destroy my family.” “You’re not a puppet,” Caine growled. “You’re the Queen this realm needs.” “You say that,” she replied, stepping past him, “but even queens fall when the truth isn’t on their side.” Meanwhile… In the deepest wing of the rogue encampment, Darian stood before a council of shadows. “She suspects,” one hissed. “She always would,” Darian replied calmly. “But she’s not ready. The bond will weaken her.” Another voice spoke — this one female. “And if it strengthens her?” Darian smiled cruelly. “Then we kill her before she fully ascends.”