Villainess Novels & Stories

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly

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

Princess Sophia Monteverde has to transfer to an academy she never heard of just because her parents told her that her life is in danger. She got a group of royalty as her friends. But there's one big problem, Clyde Villegas hates her to the core and she doesn't know why. They always fight, they hated each other guts but despite that, she still ends up having feelings for him but the problem is Clyde is already in love with his long lost best friend. Would her feelings for him be unrequited or not? What if while staying in the academy she found out that she's living a lie all her life? What are betrayal and fear that succumb to her? Would she be able to trust or other people again?

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

I don't know what I want to do, but I can't stop clenching my hands into tight fists as if they were made to stop me from throwing something away. “See? You can't even push me away, yet you want this to end?" He speaks in a manner that suggests he is not Casimir. As if someone else is inhabiting Casimir's body, this makes me unsure of what I should believe since the day I experienced being in another body with the same appearance but different circumstances and a different title. In that time period, I'm not a noble lady; I'm just a small village girl who had two mysterious and dangerous brothers, and my name is Victoria, not Solstice.

‘She already got what she wanted! The post twisted everything. It accused me of stealing Rosecrest, betraying the Moon Goddess’s mate bond by rejecting Jason, and of endangering Viki’s unborn child because I was “a bitter hateful barren omega that only cared about power”. The post turned my heartbreak into a weapon and made me out to be a villain. “It’s Viki,” Della snarled. “How dare she attempt to ruin your reputation! You should have let me claw her face.” “That would have only made the situation worse, and you know it,” I said.

"It's posturing. She's playing the victim." "She's winning." Maya sits down. Looks exhausted. "Aria, the optics are terrible. Wealthy woman blackmails ex-lover into sexual submission? Even with context, even with the truth about what Damien did to you, people are going to side with Victoria. She's the jilted fiancée. You're the other woman. The predator." "I'm the victim," I say. "He destroyed my family." "I know that. You know that. But right now? The world sees you as the villain."

“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.”

A woman like Yuna wouldn't sit so calmly in the face of her executioner unless she held a devastating trump card, unless she knew something he didn't and had planned for this exact scenario. He looked at her and felt a wave of nausea so powerful it nearly brought him to his knees. Zavian despised her with every fiber of his soul. This was a woman who murdered newborns for their life force. She harvested fetuses straight from the womb, cutting them from their mothers while they still screamed just to maintain her youth and fuel her dark magic. She bathed in the blood of innocents and called it beauty. The mere memory of ever sharing a bed with her, of ever touching her skin or believing she w

Besides— “He is a billionaire with everything he wants, perfect body, perfect face, no kids, a wife, and enough stamina for eight rounds in a night. “What exactly needs saving?” The comments exploded. [Holy hell. Villianess’s attack power is maxed out.] [She just says whatever she wants. I’m sweating.] [Eight rounds? Are we serious? Cast me in two episodes please.] [Ugh, this makes me dislike the heroine. Author, please rewrite the romance line.] [Right? She is supposed to be a pure sweet little girl, not a sour grape.] Quincy was stunned speechless. My words seemed to hit a nerve.