Vicious Woman Novels & Stories

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Her eyes were sharp and terrifyingly intense as she stared at me and Alistair. My mouth fell open at this bizarre situation. But I recognized her at a glance. Holy shit! She's my fellow villainess, Primrose Stella Antebellum, and my brother's fiance. She's truly a beauty, but unlike Bella, her sharp gaze and cold expression makes her looked pretty scary. The author seemed to want to make it obvious that she's a villainess. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice she already stood in front of us, and suddenly she pulled me up from my seat, separating me from Alistair.

Because he had more authority, she ended up being his father's plaything, but as soon as that strategy backfired, she instantly found a way to get back into his bed. Aric muttered an expletive under his breath as he watched the woman who had once been his darling struggle to stand. "Aric," she pleaded, tears streaming down her stunning face, "Aric, please, let me explain." While he had her by the shoulders and was choking her, he spat, "My mother explained enough." "You are more than a deceitful person who took advantage of me." "I never once exploited you," Liberty said under her breath as she searched his face for even one ounce of love.

She stood there against the cliff’s edge, stripped of everything but fury. I didn’t see madness or weakness, I saw vengeance. She was clearly angry, and we probably have wasted our time following this woman, this was beyond acting. Michael must have stood her up in that aisle. Vivian hissed, definitely disgusted by the sight of a fellow woman’s curves, it was jealousy. Victor let out a long, low whistle, his hand dragging over his mouth, he was clearly enticed by the shape of her body. I tried to fight my brain as it kept being deceptive towards me at the sight of her endowed body.

“Well, I'm glad you see me that way, if I don't give a fuck about this little bitch here, smacking his daughter on the smack then I am sure no one needs to tell you that I don't give a fuck about you or your ugly friend right here if you mess up, I won't hesitate to blow her brains off” “You are the ugly one, your soul is so dark that even hell will reject it after death,” Scarlett said angrily. I turned swiftly to look at her surprisingly because that will be the first time I will be hearing Scarlett utter such vulgarities with her mouth. “Look, who we have here, the whore to the walking beast, I'm sure if you can fuck that motherfucker of a man who calls himself Vicenzo, you will have no p

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

She added please to soften the venom her words probably have caused. Gibson was bewildered, she is an ex-convict and has such amount of money already? Out of vexation, he exited the bank with his boys. He didn't wanted to get more disgraced. She didn't only declined his money but also retorted and ignored him. "Daughter of a bitch! He cursed.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."