Villain Uraraka Novels & Stories

“Anyway, if you permit it, I wish to serve the beast.” “Too dangerous,” Lord Vladya snapped at once. “You underestimate me.” She lifted her chin. “I am Urekai, not some dainty little human.” “You arrogant fool. Put your ego aside and think, just for one damned moment.” “And you forget,” Ottai added flatly. “That over the millennia, thousands of Urekai have died at the hands of ferals, and countless who are females have died beneath them. Don’t think you are beyond that fate.”

, she finished her words, licking the blood oozing out from the cut she created. “I did. Not until that horrid nullifier altered your personality. It seems like you’re the one who’s got zero ideas on your own self. Checkmate, Vista”, Zhackary again smirked at her, feeling the tip of superiority over the woman in camo. Checkmate indeed. As the young lady attempted to give the man her reply, a loud bang coming from the northeast began startling all of them— lurid rings indicate the beginning of the Utopians’ reprisal.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

MEANWHILE, at a sprawling ranch surrounded by armed guards, Damon sat in the grand living room of a mansion with Valix Zamora—boss of the Blood Panther Mafia Clan—who swirled wine in his glass as he spoke. “How’s your plan coming along, Arquilles?” Valix asked, lounging comfortably on the sofa. “My first attempt failed. I think my half-brother figured out I was targeting his wife—her secretary just called to decline my offer.” Valix laughed loudly. “I told you—Urquio’s contract wife isn’t stupid. She’s feisty… honestly, she’s caught my eye.” “You’re interested in Urquio’s wife?” “Why not? She’s beautiful, strong-willed. Urquio got to her first, but since they’re just playing house, why shoul

I inquire, emphasizing each word. “As I previously informed you, you’ll know soon. Before that, I’m a guidebook for you as the villainess.” “Villainess?” "Yes, I'm going to serve you from now on. You can say that I’m a guidebook for a villainess like you since you're getting your vengeance once more. Furthermore, you are in this location for a reason. You need to locate the individual they call the shadow monster.”

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism. The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression. “What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room. “Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?” “I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-” “I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su

William shook his head. “That’s where you are wrong mom. It was Shanaya’s daughter, Scarlet who discovered this so they had let her deal with it. Can you guess what she came up with?” he asked, his tone had softened and he had a smile on his face causing his parents glance at each other. Fear getting into them. They had initially thought that he had been visiting the Singhs cause of either Sophia or Nova but it seemed that they were mistaken. “Wait, how old is that girl?” Old. Mrs William asked, fear evident in her eyes causing Mr. William frown as he couldn’t understand what was happening with them.

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.