Villainess Maker Novels & Stories

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

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!

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

Villix I was even degraded as the villain of their story when in fact, I am also a victim… But if they do want me to be one, why not give them what they want? Ciara is a closet killer, I bet almost everyone already knew that fact, but what no one knew was that she's also a closet psycho. Meanwhile, Killix was also didn't raised well, a brat who strived to save the woman who killed her mother. Of a thousand times I tried to be good for them, I got nothing good in return. Instead, what I have got is mere insult, betrayal, and death threats.

"But we have to be realistic. We can't beat her in business. She knows where the bodies are buried because she dug the graves." She tapped her long, manicured fingernail against her phone screen. "So," Elara murmured, a cruel smile touching her lips. "If we can't destroy her portfolio, we destroy her reputation." Lysander frowned. "What do you mean?" "The public loves a victim," Elara explained. "Right now, Vespera is the 'Girlboss' who escaped a toxic relationship. They’re cheering for her. We need to change the narrative. We need to make her the villain."

“Or were you born one?” “Vampires are not born,” he tells me. “We cannot reproduce. I was made by the Maker.” “The Maker?” “She is to us what the Moon Goddess is to werewolves. She offers a new beginning to the dying in exchange for their souls.” “I’m assuming she doesn’t offer that to everyone.” His pale lips stretch in a faint smile. “No. I died a bitter man. I was the perfect target. The idea of getting revenge was so inviting, I didn’t think twice before accepting.”

In the case of the female lead, she was stupid, took everything as a joke and messed up the protagonist's life but in everything she was praised as a kind person. "To me, the real villains were the world and how they treated glory, villains aren't really born that way, they are made the way they are and mostly by the people they love," "You all are looking at it in the perspective of the female lead but the villain lost everything for the love she thought she had, she lost her only friend , she lost her pure heart, she lost her reputation and even her parents left her decisively when she became useless to them." "In my opinion, the villain is going to get the most memorable cast after the mo

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.

I replied, my eyes returning to Aien, who was in an intense conversation with Akyran. “Magical hair?” Liam repeated dubiously. “Apparently the witch sells the strands to kings and knights as it has the ability to sew up wounds as if they never existed,” I told him absently. “He wants his prize,” Liam predicted following my gaze. “Not that he deserves it. You cheated to win.” “We did not,” I scowled at him.

he asked Ryder. "Ava said she overheard the werewolves talking about it, it seemed like they were looking for it and it was here." "Here? Who could have such skill to have it?" Evena asked. "Do you know what it is?" Ryder asked Evena. "It is a plant. But it isn't natural. It's created by cross breeding Werewolf babe and Deviled Lilacs." Evena answered.