Villainess Novels & Stories

She was good with him, patient, quiet, and completely non-threatening. "He needs someone outside my inner circle," I continued, keeping my eyes fixed on her face. "Someone who can build trust without crossing lines." Vanessa looked back up, locking eyes with me. There was an intense, unreadable storm in her hazel gaze, a chaotic mix of sheer confusion, relief, and strict determination. "My boundaries are absolute, Mr. Vance," she stated firmly, walking back toward her side of the desk. "My work here is strictly professional, and my only focus will be Ronn's well-being."

“But I thought you would look for answers sooner or later.” “Why?” “Because you have always been determined to get what you want.” It sounded harmless, but I didn’t like the way he said it. The Elena in the novel was stubborn, proud, and willing to do anything to win Adrian’s attention. Maybe Voss only knew her reputation, but he spoke like he knew more than people said about her in public. “Most people at court are determined to get what they want,” I said. “That’s true.” He kept his eyes on mine. “But you’ve been acting very differently lately.”

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?

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.

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.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]