Villain Ladies Novels & Stories

“Ah that? It was just a gift for someone. During a party like that, don't you think someone was bound to make trouble? Despite it not being a large scale party like this, I've been to quite a few banquets and parties where I was on my own and trouble came rearing its head. So I concluded that it would be the same for a banquet like this. Women who would feel uncomfortable when another woman who has a much higher power than they are shows up. And it's like their IQ goes down and they suddenly forget that if they go up to these more powerful people and bully them, then the powerful people will retaliate. So, I counted on the lowered IQ of those people, they were bound to show themselves one wa

I gave him a weak smile as I waited for Valen to reply. “I am trying to get the details of all her dealings with the underworld thugs. It seems that she is Virelle’s right hand and manages all the major business for her but the problem is that Virelle and Kacy are not directly involved in these underdealings- it is Laira and Jenette who are the masterminds behind the dirty crimes that are committed,” Valen replied. “So why don’t you kill Kacy instead of making love to her,” I asked annoyed and of course, dangerously jealous.

it's pitch black out here now and im in all black so I know once I have my victim I will be fine in the dark as long as I can keep them quiet. Five hours pass and I can hear the rowdiness of the hotel starting to wind down as people head home. I wait for my chance, seeing someone coming through the garden toward the back gate. I wait, watching as the brunette with the little red dress, high heels and way to much perfume comes straight toward me. when she gets to where I am hiding, I give her a couple of seconds to pass me that's when I strike.

I held my hands before me, one half of the brush in each palm. For a moment, I let myself see past the glamour that concealed the tattoo on my right hand and forearm. The markings of my true heart. My true title. High Lady of the Night Court. Half a thought had the broken paintbrush going up in flames. The fire did not burn me, even as it devoured wood and brush and paint. When it was nothing but smoke and ash, I invited in a wind that swept them from my palms and out the open windows. For good measure, I summoned a breeze from the garden to snake through the room, wiping away any lingering tendril of smoke, filling it with the musty, suffocating smell of roses.

All she wants to have a simple life here, but someone is out there, who wants to make things hard for her. " Despite being in a tight position, you must think about her, Marquis! She might have her own reasons. Support her!" Hearing those words from Liliana, it didn't feel like a consolation or hope to see her Beloved support her. It tasted like a bitter mockery from the Female Protagonist to the Villainess, who always appears as a saint and everyone's favorite, and represents Villainess as the Evil here. However, it makes her feel pathetic, to hear the person she cherishes more accidentally when she is passing the kitchen. " For your words, only! I will support her!"

That was the new rule. They couldn't be too smart. They couldn’t have too much close family, or friends. They had to be lone wolves. Young college girls in a new city for the first time. A freshly divorced woman without a pot to piss in. A woman fleeing an abusive boyfriend. The women under Giulia’s watch were carefully curated. Hand-picked. And with the onset of new, better women, the price tag grew, as did the clientele. After a month or so, Giulia had another brilliant idea. She went one step further and themed her women. One was an angel, one was a tigerress, one was an a****n warrior, one was a milkmaid.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

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.

The woman sucked on him, then she swallowed his cock in one go, at which point, he realized that villains liked a blowjob and besides, they were good at it. He found out that whoever was inside the circle of villains, there were bisexuals and futanaris if he was correct... They hid the candy. It was Circe, June the Magic, and Morgana, both three were dominant and possessive, they showed interest and when they did, they didn't let go of the bone.

Madison sneered. "Fatal?" "Yes" "Do you know who did this?" Scott asked. A sigh was heard from Madison's lips, and instead of answering him, she could only mutter a name, "Reine" "Who's Reine?" Scott asked, who was Reine? and how dared she messed with his girlfriend? "She is an enemy, I gained over the past few years"