Villainess Definition Novels & Stories

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 lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

She taught the kid well and she's proud. “Aren't you leaving yet?” she snapped. “You're forcing yourself way too much on a man who already had a wife and a daughter. Let me remind you, Ava. My mother was a mistress, the one who ruined a family. In this story, we are the villain. Don't take my spot. I'm getting into that role already. Quit messing up the story.”

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

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.

They’re just mug shots on newsprint, as unreal in their own way as the villains on a TV show. But here was real-life evil, sitting across the table from me. I knew that she was a sociopath, a master manipulator, a blackmailer, an attempted murderer, and an all-around bitch. Because of all that, I had called her evil many times before – but in the back of my mind, I could still chalk all of her actions up to an irrational rage towards Connor. But this… this was her preying on the weak and the innocent, people whom she didn’t even know, who had done nothing to her. This was evil distilled down to its purest, most vile form.

"I'm curious about this word," "Well, all I can tell for now is that Riving is where a strong woman was made, and that Riving is where existence began. She made these animals, but it turns out that this woman who was once a strong being wasn't alone. When this woman's creations rebel against her and refer to her as a Wiccer, it is because she has a dark side. As time went by, the words were altered to "witch," a malevolent being.” “Why did she create everything then?” I ask

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

"The evidence is plain. Matthew provided the poison; Lily administered it. A coordinated strike against the High Laws." "No!" Lily screamed, realizing the trap had closed around her. "I hate him! I wanted him dead too!" But the Council wasn't listening. To them, she was the hand that held the vial, and Matthew was the mind that filled it. In their eyes, they were a unified front of treason. The guards, who had only been feigning sleep, swarmed. Matthew fought like a cornered animal, but against Gabriel and a dozen Council enforcers, he stood no chance. He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity.