Villain Steal The Heroines Novels & Stories

Elle, thinking that she’s hiding her excitement, is listening with intent. Unbeknownst to her, Vincent has already planned her downfall. He knows that the woman in front of him is probably more vile than Scarlett, but he wants both of them to suffer a fate worse than hell. By the time Scarlett is trapped in his cage, Elle will also start wishing that she’s dead. And Vincent will kill them with his own hands.

"I want what I want, Vera, and I want you." "You know nothing about me, except I am a thief." "No, I know more than that. I know you are strong, brave and I know you are also impertinent and rude. I know the fire in you, and the rain, too. I know you take care of Hayden and Lili and the others, too. They look up to you, they trust you. And yes, you stole from me, more than the Eye of Sabius. You stole my kiss. But, it is only barely a scratch on the surface, and I want to know more about you. More. I am greedy like that."

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

The last time they’d all convened, a rogue Alpha had tried to enslave half the continent. And now… this. Council Elder Thorne, the oldest among them with silver hair and sunken eyes, leaned forward. “Alina Walker, reborn heiress of the Crescent Moon Pack, bonded mate to Alpha Damien of Blue Moon, wielder of the Queen’s Fang… You stand accused of violating the Law of Balance by tearing the Veil between realms.” Alina stood tall, her hands bound in front of her, chin high. “We tore the Veil to stop Viktor and Mira. To prevent a darker war.”

It's something about stealers, everyone should know. "Fine. What happened was unusual. Stealers are rare and two within a decade was less expected. Everyone thought Zynia was the fraud because Jorhia came later. Though Zynia was younger, but no one knew that. Jorhia faked not just her name but her age as well. She had mastered the art of deception, well-prepared of how to use her abnormality or how she can manipulate her chosen target by being a stealer. She's a danger. She managed to snatch Zeuracious from Zynia, the true mate. Did you know that they mated with other men?" I nodded and bit my lips.

Only one of them is working. “There you are,” a familiar voice sneers behind me. I turn instantly. The guy with brunette hair is holding a pistol in his right hand. “There is nowhere else to go, blondie,” he smirks, but doesn’t aim at me. I don’t waste a second and run toward the rusted staircase, ascending as quickly as possible, hoping to escape, only to get caught by the bald guy at the end of the stairs. The second I turn around, he grabs me roughly by my hair, pulling me to himself and causing me to wince in pain. “You really thought you could get away from us?” he scoffs in my face as he takes a few steps forward, and I step backwards.

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.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

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.