Villainess Maker Novels & Stories

Almost instinctively, my body began to tremble, and I couldn't process a single word around me. "Annabeth! Annabeth, are you okay? Annabeth, it's okay. I'm right here with you. No one's going to hurt you." The physical pain, combined with those memories, finally broke me. I covered my face and sobbed uncontrollably, crying so hard that I nearly passed out. As if that wasn't enough, Yvette pointed at the scars on her face and shouted, "Look, this is the warning Annabeth gave me! She exposed all of this on purpose so she could build a tragic image and make even more money later. This was all just another scam!"

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.

Someone who would serve under me, the one to dress me, entertain me, do my every bidding, keep me company. On the one hand, I liked the fact that I could keep my enemy close. On the other hand, it’s a terrible idea. It’s almost like Camilla was pitting me against her, setting me up to fail. I may have truly offended Her Imperial Majesty that time in Rozenberg. The cameras flashed again, capturing our interaction. I could almost see the headlines tomorrow: The Villainess Strikes Again. Another Day, Another Chance to Treat the King’s Lover Like a Servant.

Now, it’s a good thing that we are all single and free from guys who will just gonna caused us pain. Tomorrow, this will reach tons of views, with Ara who has a lot of connections specially hackers. She was a gamer and she was literally addicted to computers so she spent her high school with gaming and exploring the web. It might not eb obvious to her, but she is a pro of computers. She’s sweet looking but surprisingly, who would have thought that she has this talent with computers. Hailee, she’s the bad bitch and spoiled brat. She always finds trouble with those wicked bitches out there who would try to fight with us. She never let a simple argument to slip and she make sure that at the end

I tell her, thinking of tiny Heather’s big eyes focused on me when she’d think about it, knowing I’d have all the right answers. The witch’s head tilts, “What would you tell her?” She asks, and I smile looking over at the multicolored skies as the sun starts to set. “I’d tell her she was right, but also wrong. I’d say it’s not the things the villain does per say that makes them the villain. It’s the inability to empathize with their opponents point of view. Their inability to know right from wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I tell her, and she ticks her tongue. “Do you still feel that way?”

Both of us hadn’t found our mates till I came across Giselle, of course. “I made her fall in love with me, Jessica. That is why I’m playing the good mate to her. Making her believe she had me wrapped around her little finger, but truly, she was the one wrapped around my finger. Once we get married, a fake one, of course, Raven wouldn’t be able to get her back, and she’d completely be submissive to me, which would make it easier for me to take her powers, but that would be before she births her child. I’m going to make that child one hell of a warrior.” I smiled evilly at Jessica. It seems she already understands the whole plan, seeing as her smile grows wider each second.

In case that Jean betrayed me, I should be ready for that situation. I can hurt him if that’s what the situation calls for. What’s the harm in doing that when I am the villainess? ‘A villainess were always made powerful for a reason.' It was always the female lead who was weak and pitiful, then they would be labeled as kind-hearted and like an angel if an antagonist acted opposite her demure personality. It was always like that. ‘But Rosine felt different.’ Though she may appear innocent, I have this intuition that there was more than what meets the eye.

“The Dominican Republic is a small piece, but it’s a useful one. We have our men there. I’ll make sure they know about Marcellus’ little scheme.” “And then?” Keith asks, his tone curious. “And then we let him walk into his trap,” I say, a cold smile forming on my lips. Keith nods, clearly satisfied with my plan. I turn back to Nate. “Shut it off. We’ve heard enough.” Nate clicks a few buttons and the screen goes dark. The room feels quieter now. Keith looks at me. “Ally with other mafias?” he says, shaking his head. “Does he really think they will trust him?”

I wished it were as simple as she made it sound. If I refused, he would crush my career without batting an eye. If I accepted, I was walking straight into a trap. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I had worked so hard to build my reputation, avoiding anything that could tarnish my life's work. Maybe I should just run away and start a new life?

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.