Villain Lady Novels & Stories

She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself. "He cannot be moved right now. His condition is still critical, and transportation could trigger organ failure since the poison hasn't been fully neutralized." Lady Eleanor finally turned to look at Liora. Her sharp, wrinkled eyes scanned Liora from head to toe with utter disdain. "And you... you must be Liora Vance. The orphan girl who seduced my son until he forgot his dignity," Lady Eleanor walked closer, every tap of her cane feeling like a threat. "I have heard about you. A hacker, a fraud, and now you pretend to be a savior? You are nothing but a parasite sucking the blood of our family."

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.

'the hell… even if she is his lady, why the fuck is she giving me all this lecture all of a sudden'? She thought and the lady smiled as she folded her hands across her chest. “I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you all of these right”? She asked and Haven's eyes opened wide, causing the lady to laugh even more. “I can't read your mind if that's what your thinking, you're just not very good at hiding your expressions”. She said and Haven swallowed. But to her surprise, the lady stretched out her hand and spoke. “I'm Valerie, the packs witch and the personal advisor to alpha Urian".

Her scheme had worked flawlessly; she had manipulated her naive sister into running straight into Thorne's rogue traps, leaving the title of Lady Blackwynd open for her to claim. The thought made her inner wolf purr with victory. "Alpha Vickon, this is Vaelira of the Nightvale Bloodline." Vaelira lifted her gaze, freezing instantly as the massive Alpha stepped into the torchlight. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She had never encountered a predator with such terrifying, breathtaking presence. "I am Vaelira!" she announced, stepping forward with her head held high, her scent shifting into an inviting, fertile note that begged for his attention. Vickon tracked every desperate pheromone sh

“Look, Selena. If it's Devania’s traditions you want to learn, then go to the palace library. Just ask any maid for directions. The palace has a huge library where you can learn almost anything.” “Well, that’s something,” Faith chirped happily. She was right. Maybe, just maybe I might find something at the library. “Royal wife Selena,” A pinched face looking noble lady curtsied before me. “I’m Lady Vivian. My husband is gamma to the alpha of the blood diamond pack,” And thus I was thrown back into the never ending abyss of tea, cakes, and a shit ton of Introductions.

That was the ultimate humiliation for Ryan. He tried to lunge at Lawrence, but Lawrence knocked him flat with a single punch. The air seemed to still. Ryan turned to hit Kate, only to slip again. Kate staggered to my car, slapping at the window, but was held back by my bodyguards. The face she pressed against the glass was twisted and hideous, much like a banshee. "Helen! You think you've won?" she cried. I rolled down the window and stated, "You and Ryan can rot in the slums forever. That's exactly what you deserve."

She knew that she had to be careful, that she had to tread carefully in the treacherous waters of the castle's politics. Lady Ophni turned to him then, her eyes blazing with fury. "I want the girl dead," she said, her voice cold and detached. "You wanted to know what you could do to ease my pain? Yvette, the imposter. I want her dead." Alpha Ardon's face didn't change, but his eyes seemed to flicker with a hint of surprise. He had expected Lady Ophni to demand punishment, to demand justice. But death? That was a different matter altogether.

The lady and friend from prison who kept blabbering that she is the queen of Quins Royal regiment. However, Catherine was indeed a strange fellow wielding the divine eagle abilities. There is absolutely no one in the universe she dares not kill, neither a sickness she can't cure even despite being a lady. Diana however oftentimes wondered if she were who she claimed to be, why would she end up as her cell mate? Although the Rock prison housed other female Dangerous criminals as well, none could assume the same precision of deadliness as Catherine . They all trembled at her feet and worshipped her like a goddess she is, because if you get on her nerves she won't hesitate to teach you a lifeti

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured