Villain Designs Novels & Stories

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.

she repeated, keeping her voice curious but calm. "Nobody knows who she is. That's the crazy part. She publishes through Valour Design under a pen name. No photos, no interviews, no public appearances. The industry is going nuts trying to figure out her identity." "Sounds mysterious." "Sounds annoying." Victor poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the counter. "Whoever she is, she's taking our clients. Three of them jumped ship to Valour specifically because of her work." Claire opened a prescription bottle and began organizing pills into her father's weekly case. Her fingers did not tremble. "Maybe your team needs fresh designs."

Hayden, Raymon, and Sarah, and now added a mad alchemist. In this position, it is not impossible if I am written as the villainess who destroys a kingdom, in order to increase the popularity of the main characters. As if I was an obstacle that they need to face together for a happy ending. Wasn't that my role in this world from the start? What if those three bastards got a boost as the main character in this world to beat me? Whereas my defeat meant the death of many people. At that moment, the faces of many people who supported me were milling about in my mind.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

"Vladimir, sir. We've been friends for a long time, I was surprised when he showed me those designs, I asked him who the designer was, but he refused to tell me because he didn't want to violate my privacy. I had refused, unfortunately, Vladimir kept pressing me to accept it, he would ask for a reward if the design was approved by our CEO." "You didn't realize that the design drawing had become something illegal because it didn't have the owner's permission, huh?" Oriaga grew even more furious, especially noticing that Kathryn continued to cry incessantly—showing great disappointment. "I realize, sir. I was lulled by Vladimir's every word, he kept assuring me that everything would be fine be

Then you know who designed this? Violet’s grin flickered, then went full Cheshire. ‘Yes, I’m a designer at Nyx.’ ‘So you made this?’ the girl pressed, eyes glittering. Violet hesitated, then nodded. They crowded in, desperate for a closer peek at the ‘must-have’ accessory. ‘Bullshit! That’s Mira’s design,’ Yvaine snapped. ‘You had zero to do with it.’ Silence snapped across the marble hall. Everyone’s jaws hit the floor. Heads swivelled.

[ SPECIAL EVENT: THE ULTIMATE UPGRADE ] [TASK: SABOTAGE THE REPUTATION OF A COMPETITOR. [TARGET: ELARA VANCE – LEAD DESIGNER AT VANCE CO. (GREYHOUND’S FOURTH BIGGEST RIVAL)] [OBJECTIVE: LEAK HER CONFIDENTIAL DESIGNS TO THE PUBLIC UNDER A PROXY ACCOUNT TO ENSURE HER COMPANY’S DOWNFALL.] My heart plummeted. Elara Vance? I’d read about her. She was a self-made woman, brilliant, and by all accounts, a kind employer. She hadn't done anything to me.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

With that word he left the room", though he wanted to do more like kick her hard, but be refrained himself from doing so, his private jet was already outside waiting for him, he took his wife and kids and off they went to another country to start a new life and a new beginning. Madison who had been keeping quiet all these while said to Aubrey, "Hey, you only have only two options left, so it's better you pick wisely, first it is either you go back to the outside world, believe me you know what the angry mob out there can do to you, or we get you registered in a mental asylum where you spend the rest of your life, remember pick wisely" Though she felt pity for her, but what could she do? A vi

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste