Villainess Names Novels & Stories

Bringing me to where I am now. Fuck- What power would the 'Villainess' claim have in front of the 'Saintess's? None! They would probably torture me a little more and make my death an even painful and bigger event, by claiming that I was trying to accuse the 3rd Imperial Prince's wife, of such a hideous crime. Dalilah made me kill our parents and our younger brother. H-how could I've done something like that? How could I do that to Val? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why hadn't I regained my consciousness back then? Why wasn't I strong enough to fight back? To resist her manipulations?

“I don’t care about them too much, and I don’t like revenge. The person I hated the most during all the time was the girl I helped.” “Even now, I don’t understand why she did that.” Vivia thought of this and suddenly laughed haha, “Yes, the person I hate the most until now is her. I don’t want to help her stay anonymous either. Her name is Elisa.” Anna muttered, “Elisa, Elisa, what a beautiful name.” Vivia replied, “Yes, the name is beautiful, but her personality is different from the name. That name needs a more worthy owner!” Vivia looked at Anna, then Vivia lowered her head again, whispering.

“And I love you, my queen of mean.” I am Queen Victoria Rozenreff Eckrett, a villainess in the story Thorny Crown and the reigning queen of mean. THE END

The Valkyries noticed. “They told stories about how evil I was,” Lilith said, voice building in volume and tempo. “They called me a serpent, a liar, the adversary, and blamed me for all the bad things that ever happen to mankind. Turned me into Lilith. Then Pandora, who all the gods gifted, opened a box and released the ills of humanity on the world. Then Persephone. Inanna. Kali. So many more. They changed names, they changed the stories to whatever suited them in that age, but the theme stayed the same. All the world's evils are women’s fault because they were my fault. Women everywhere are taught to believe they’re lesser, evil, inferior, and in my name.”

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

He worked for whoever paid the most, even if he was a zombie or even possessed, what he wanted was money. It was then, they couldn't get his wife, who was the old-fashioned way, didn't want to make a complaint, their children who were beaten didn't want to either... She was an ancient villain who was called the black widow of the rich, because she related to countless needy rich people and without contact with other people, they were totally isolated, these people who were abandoned were their victims, as far as they knew that their nickname and nickname, was the so-called Whisperers of Kurayami, in which he killed several people around the city.

“You’re the one from the oath chamber.” “Apparently I’m famous already.” “Oh, you are far beyond famous.” The girl crossed the floor and stopped a few feet away, studying Virelle openly. “You are chaos with a pulse.” “That’s generous.” “I try.” Something about her ease made Virelle relax by a fraction. Only a fraction, but enough to notice. “I’m Virelle,” she said. The girl’s grin softened into something more genuine. “I know. I’m Soreya Vale.”

Clean, assessing, specific. There. Something in my chest completed a calculation I had been refusing to finish for weeks. He's going to choose her. Not because Seraphina was unworthy or manipulative or had engineered the outcome — she hadn't. Because Seraphina Velmere was Second Rank highest tier with measurable Aura cultivation and a family lineage extending to the empire's founding and the kind of controlled elegance that made political marriages function. Because this was how empires operated. Because I was a corridor staff member with fabricated papers from Ruen who had spent a year engineering proximity and the Emperor of the Aurelian continent could not choose the girl who sorted lette

“Seems you were memorable. It’s a gift from grandmother to you.” I bring the box inside. Inside are dragon tea and a gothic-looking frame, no note. Then I notice something written on the box. “To the serpent girl.” Serpent girl? A small chuckle escapes me, i have a nickname now? i must be on her good side then. I place the frame in my room, watching how it blends perfectly with my decor, like it was always meant to be here. So dark, it makes me feel dangerous enough. And that is enough for me.

The woman sucked on him, then she swallowed his cock in one go, at which point, he realized that villains liked a blowjob and besides, they were good at it. He found out that whoever was inside the circle of villains, there were bisexuals and futanaris if he was correct... They hid the candy. It was Circe, June the Magic, and Morgana, both three were dominant and possessive, they showed interest and when they did, they didn't let go of the bone.