Villainess Hourglass Novels & Stories

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

A sharp, definitive gesture. In front of the mirror this time, I contemplate myself. Elara Vance. Heiress. CEO of Vance Holdings. Multi-billionaire. One of the most feared women in financial circles. The face is a mask of cold porcelain. The eyes, an icy blue, betray nothing. The lips are a serious line, without a trace of lipstick. Perfection is a fortress. No one will see the inner tremors. No one will guess the mark hidden beneath the expensive fabric. No one will suspect that, the night before, this same woman knelt, blind and trembling, to have her very body taken from her.

My reflection in the window looks like a stranger, one unraveling at the seams. And then the city delivers its cruelty. I see billboards tower over the streets, glowing in the winter fog: House of Valemont — Winter Collection. The first model staring back at me is Vivienne. Draped in silk, her face smug in its perfection, she leans against a desk—my desk—the ad so on-the-nose it feels like mockery. Another flashes by with Harry, looking sharp in a tailored coat, his hand clutching Vivienne’s waist as if to say: We won. We took it all.

“Bloody hell Vincent, this is how most horror movies start. Going to a party you weren’t invited to. Imagine if it’s a cult.” I said, turning around in front of the mirror to look at my reflection. I was dressed in a black halter neck mermaid maxi dress, and it hugs my curves like a second skin. The luxurious fabric feels decadent against my body, and the halter neck accentuates my toned shoulders. As I gaze into the mirror, I'm struck by the way the dress showcases my figure - the mermaid silhouette cinches at my waist, highlighting my hourglass shape which I thanked my weekly workout for. The real showstopper, though, is the daring slit that runs up the side of the dress, all the way to t

I gasped unknowingly, my mouth hung slightly apart. Vivianne was standing in a black outfit that shimmered with every move she made. "This is one of our best sellers. The Passion Glitter Diana Dress. This stunning gown features shimmering glitter fabric with an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline, figure-flattering ruching, and a daring slit. Not too revealing, is it?"

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.

But that felt like such a long time ago. Slowly, the dark windows were rolled down to reveal its passenger, an old woman who looked too classy and elegant for her age. The simple, yet expensive attire she wore, and the pearl jewelry that adorned her neck and wrists, would be enough to start a new life. "Why don't you get in here before you get any more lost?" "You knew it all along and were waiting for a day like this to rub it on my face, didn't you?" Zack sighed.

Viella ran her fingers through her waist-long black hair, and let out a frustrated sigh that was followed by the enraged hiss of the pitch black snake wrapped around her neck like a scarf. Like always, she was dressed in a revealing, deep neck, black dress with a slit from her thighs. Exposing the rune tattoos on her arms and thighs. She was one of the most powerful demoness werewolves, with her wolf being a gorgon type. Every strand of her hair could turn into the most venomous snakes. Her beauty was the standard for our pack as she held the Most Alluring Demoness’s title for a nth time in the Prime pack, but not even an inch of her body was alluring to me.

The moment I step onto the set, my pussy is already pulsing with anticipation. I’m Kitten claw — the villainess whose name makes heroes hard and fans leak just from hearing it. Today I’m dressed to destroy. The black latex catsuit is painted onto my body like liquid sin. It squeezes my full tits together, creating deep, mouth-watering cleavage, with strategic cutouts that bare the soft, creamy undersides and the inner curves where my nipples strain against the tight material. A long zipper runs from my throat all the way down, stopping just above my bare mound. The suit hugs my waist, flares over my hips, and disappears between my thick thighs, the crotch seam already rubbing teasingly again

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.