Villainess Fandom Novels & Stories

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

“Oh yeah? What do you call gathering all of our soldiers to fight Canum’s rogues? A tea party?” I opened my mouth. Then closed it. Because unfortunately, she wasn’t entirely wrong. “And now,” Vahlia continued, “suddenly you’re talking about mating Bailey?” I looked away. The pressure behind my eyes returned. Heavy. Persistent. “Sometimes people realize they’ve been chasing the wrong person.” Vahlia studied me. For a long moment neither of us spoke. Then her expression softened. Just slightly. “I like Maryelle.” There it was. The real reason. “I consider her my friend—I’m not friends with crown chasers. In fact, I can spot them from miles away.”

] ["Holy shit, if this really was her assistant, and her assistant is cyberbullying people, did she really not know?" ["How could she possibly not know? She might have even been the one who instigated it. During the time when 'Mysterious Lover' was popular, her fans were constantly clashing with those from the side of Twilight Star. She even personally stepped in, releasing original sound videos of her own recordings, trying to prove her superiority. But she ended up getting smashed! When she couldn't compete in terms of voice, she resorted to mocking others' appearances. Now look, Twilight Star has way better looks than hers. What can she compete with now? She could probably win a champions

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

‘She already got what she wanted! The post twisted everything. It accused me of stealing Rosecrest, betraying the Moon Goddess’s mate bond by rejecting Jason, and of endangering Viki’s unborn child because I was “a bitter hateful barren omega that only cared about power”. The post turned my heartbreak into a weapon and made me out to be a villain. “It’s Viki,” Della snarled. “How dare she attempt to ruin your reputation! You should have let me claw her face.” “That would have only made the situation worse, and you know it,” I said.

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

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.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

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.

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.