Villainess Fandom Novels & Stories

The world setting is a historical fiction romance world that only deal with the Zelda kingdom and some little villages which were likely mention once or twice. [ World plot changes in the villainess character] Annabel ( the villainess mother and force mistress of General Adam) committed suicide few months after giving birth to the villainess, who was placed as maid of the female lead. Growing up from a toddler to a young girl, the villainess never knew the origin of her birth and had always know as a born slave for the General daughter. She was mistreated and abuse on physically by the female lead mother ( lady Becky) who couldn't stand sight of her.

She can feel it. The real Aesthelia was lonely as no one stayed by her side, no one heard her side of the story. They thought of her as the villainess and didn't bother to know what was behind her actions. Aesthelia wondered if the obsession was real or if the werewolves had just simply assumed it based on what they saw. Slandering and gossiping in the wolf pack was noticeable, especially if the subject was everyone's most hated and respectable she-wolf at the same time, Aesthelia Rasc. These wolves hate her, but they can do nothing but respect her because she's the strongest warrior and the delta's only daughter.

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

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 VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

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

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.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.