Villainess In Love Novels & Stories

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

Then suddenly she started laughing making him confused as everyone gets scared seeing his anger then why doesn't she? "OMG! This is what I wanted! Who the fuck wants a hero? I want a villain because, from my point of view, their love is the strongest as it holds that craziness that proves that no matter what happens they are never going to leave the person they love. They can kill and also get killed because of their love. Their love has so much passion that it can't be found in a boring hero!" She said drooling over his sexiness and he let go of her neck.

“And what if it doesn’t go the way you think? What if Vivienne isn’t just some pawn? What if she gets under your skin?” I scoffed. “Love? Is that what you’re hinting at?” “Yes,” she said simply. “Love has a way of sneaking in through cracks, Damon. Even the ones you think are sealed shut.” I leaned forward, my voice firm. “Love is a weakness and I buried it a long time ago. Nothing about this will change that.” She tilted her head, her smile playing at the corners. “Want to bet?” My brow rose. “On what?” “On you,” she said, amused. “If you fall for her even a little then you admit defeat and you’ll have to pay me a million.”

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.

What did you expect from a villainess anyway? Back to the story, the lack of healers during the war made the heroine stand out, especially with her devotion and compassion when helping the warriors. It even caught the attention of the crown prince. Her kindness and her pure heart melted the frozen heart of the crown prince. Cliche. So from that point on, their relationship started to grow and they fell in love with each other, yadda, yadda.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

“You’ve been acting like a complete bitch lately, you know that? Ever since you got tangled up with these your husband's people, you think you’re suddenly too good for me? You think you're all that because you're married now, hmm?” I stared at her coldly. “Tell me the truth, Tessa.” She laughed bitterly. “The truth? You want the truth? Fine. You’re throwing your life away for a man whose family is dangerous. And for what? So you can play house while they drag you down? I’ve always been the one who actually loved you, Reina. Not him. Not any of them.” Her mask was slipping completely now, revealing the ugly possessiveness underneath. “You were nothing before me. I built you up. And now you’re

"LET'S ENJOY OURSELVES. LET'S ENJOY THE WAR!" Ahh, I am so happy... I want more... more...now I am really losing my mind. I am becoming the real Villainess.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!