Villainess Hourglass Novels & Stories

THREE YEARS LATER VANESSA STERLING'S POV "Another lawsuit!" William informs, dropping a pile of documents on my desk. "They’re claiming we stole the designs we released last week." Not again! There have been plenty of bad news for the past three years since I made the gravest of mistakes, marrying the worst of men and appointing him as the head designer of my brand. I trusted Cyrus and believed in his designing talent. His countless impeccable designs had brought great acclaim to my brand. I chose to marry him to ensure that he would always work for my brand.

“What do you mean by that? You’re being reckless, Vellora. This isn’t the time. Didn't you say earlier to wait not to make rushly decisions? Then what happened now? Why are you making hasty decisions?” Vellora leaned closer, her voice a silken whisper laced with malice. “It’s the perfect time. Everyone adores her now. One scandal, one night of betrayal and she’ll be ruined. Zach will despise her. His pack will doubt her purity. His faith will shatter.” She pulled out a small crystal vial hidden within her clutch, the liquid inside shimmering faintly pink under the light.

The both of them left the house together, as they walked through the pack to the forest, they could hear a lot of whispering. "isn't that the prisoner from creekwood?" someone asked in a whisper. "yes, that's her. I heard she tried to kill our beloved Lily out of jealousy" someone replied. "she was jealous that the alpha picked Lily over her" "did she really try to compare herself with our beautiful Lily? What a joke, she is so ugly" Helena cleared her throat and turned around to give the gossipers a stern look. They quickly dispersed. Helena looked at Ava and patted her hand sympathetically. "don't pay any heed to them, they are just talkatives"

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

The girl said and Munawarrah finally raised her head and a coy smile enveloped her face. "Send him in at once!" Sir Abdul-Dayyan wasn't just brilliancy, he was also handsome with his well trimmed beard he stood above six feet. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" She asked with a simple as she stood up showing her beautiful features, her atampa had been sown into a tight fitting gown that didn't fail to display her curves that she had been generously endowed with.

The floor to ceiling mirrors of the master suite reflected a silhouette that no longer bore any resemblance to the broken woman who had escaped the Vance estate. Exactly ninety days had passed since Vivienne Vane walked away from the chemical filters and the dark basement rooms. Standing under the soft, ambient lights of the Thorne Estate, her posture was entirely restored, sleek, toned, and radiating a dangerous, sharp vitality. Her skin was flawless, catching the light with a luminous glow that completely erased the memory of her illness, and her dark eyes flashed with an intense, lethal intelligence.

Heads turned. At 31, Lilith was devastatingly beautiful. Tall and statuesque, with long, sleek jet-black hair cascading like liquid silk down her bare back. Her piercing silver-gray eyes cut through the crowd like blades. Blood-red lips curved into a knowing smile. Her body was a masterpiece—full, high breasts, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and long, toned legs that seemed endless. She wore a backless black evening gown that clung to every dangerous curve, with a high slit revealing smooth, porcelain thigh with every step. A delicate diamond choker sparkled at her throat like a promise… or a warning.

I understood, dimly, somewhere below the planning and the patience and the careful strategic thinking, that it was not enough and had not been enough for a long time and that what I was carrying was no longer something that could be satisfied by coincidences and proximity and the slight unconscious relaxation of his shoulders from twelve meters away. I did not look at that understanding directly. I kept working. The third week of the selection. Twelve days to the Grand Ceremony. The senior selection candidates had settled into something that resembled a social hierarchy within the pavilion — I had pieced this together from the corridor gossip that circulated through the servant network with

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

“Please. He was just playing around. Just wait. He’ll drop you for good.” Then she tilted her chin, deliberately showing off the necklace around her neck. “This? Ethan gave it to me. Bulgari. Blue diamond.” She spun slowly in front of me so I could see it clearly. “Pretty, right?” --- That night, I posted three updates in a row. Title: “The Truth.” The first post was surveillance footage. In it, Mia crept up to my rental unit, unlocked the door, grabbed the kitten off the floor, and threw it out the window.