Villainess Novels & Stories

I moved closer to him and unlocked the metal locking his mouth then returned back to my seat letting the silence settle. “Who sent you?” My smile disappeared. He remained silent. “Wrong answer.” I slammed the crowbar into his hand, making a hole in it. “Argh,” he screamed out, then blood began to trail down his battered hands. “You ready to talk?”Still quiet. No problem. I like them difficult. I moved beside the wall where he was tied and flicked the switch. Then the real show began. He began screaming as electricity traveled down his body. Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors.

She would destroy every trap placed in her path. And if the world insisted on calling her a villainess... Then she would become the kind of villainess nobody could ever control again. Evelina looked at her reflection one last time. Her amber eyes gleamed with determination. “Let them think the villainess has lost everything.” A slow smile appeared on her lips. “They haven't seen anything yet.” Outside the window, the bells of the Imperial Palace began to ring. A new day had begun. And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving.

Rivaling a villain na hindi man lang kanyang gamitin o kahit kontrolin ang kanyang magic, a one sided battle. I thought any could be special, but I found out that, It’s only applicable to the heroes/heroine and protagonist. Why so unfair!? Yung ina-akala mo na kahit isa kang villain pero at least may ipag-mamayabang ka naman na malakas na kapangyarihan. Isn’t Lady Marina a villainess? Kahit naman isa siyang minor or major villain at least give her justice. Kahit mana man lang! Ibigay niyo na. Yun lang ang hinihingi ko.

I sighed as I agreed with her. Alfie propped his elbows on the table and rested his face on his palms. “So, in your story, who is she?” I sniffled. “I don’t know. She doesn’t fit the antagonist type. She is beautiful, sweet, and smart,” I sighed. “Antagonists have horns, tails, and fangs, right?” I said, sighing again as I realized she didn’t fit those characteristics. How can she be the villain in the movie when she looked like an angel and when she welcomed me like a new friend?

(It turns out that Ailina is a fox woman! (How wicked Ailina is! How could she be a homewrecker? What a bitch!) (We don’t want you to be entertainment circle. Ailina is a bitch. You are not qualified to be the heroine.) (Bitch deserves to die. We will boycott any mistress like Ailina.)

Every polished surface becomes her ally, every reflection a listening ear, and she wields prophecy like a jewelled dagger pressed to the throat of anyone who doubts her claim. Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore — Pale as frost at dawn, with eyes the colour of dark wine spilled across snow, Velarissa radiates an unsettling hush. She rarely speaks above a murmur, yet rooms fall silent the instant she enters. Palace rumours insist she once reduced a rival to dust without baring a single fang—only a soft exhale of power, colder than midnight. Where Cassandra thrives on spectacle, Velarissa rules through dread.

And I am the villain. Every time Aria’s heart raced when Damian walked into a room, she felt like she was stealing from her own sister. Every time she hoarded a glance, a touch of his hand, or even a cold word from him, she felt like a thief standing in the shadows of a life that wasn't hers. Cassandra wasn’t evil; she was just a woman starving for the affection of a man who belonged to no one.

“I won’t be the villain alone.” “You’re making yourself the villain. Not Ariana. You.” “Then I’ll be the best villain they’ve ever seen.” She starts typing. “Camille’s next article drops Wednesday. ‘The Dark Side of Ariana Vale: Former Colleagues Speak Out.’ Complete with anonymous testimonials about her ambition. Her manipulation. Her calculated climb.” “Those testimonials are lies.” “They’re narratives. And narratives are more powerful than truth.” She hits send. “There. Done. Scheduled to publish in forty-eight hours.”

‎And she had no intention of being either. ‎So she buried it. ‎And became exactly what the world required her to be. ‎Unfeeling. ‎Unshakable. ‎Unbeatable. ‎La Veintiuna Negra.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.