Villainess Novels & Stories

{Why. “Because I have questions, Roundy. Questions that only the hive mind of bored insomniacs can answer.” {I am literally a super-intelligence bonded to your soul.} “And yet you didn’t come with a search bar.” I angled the camera, snapped a quick mirror selfie (violet eyes, bed hair, silk nightgown slipping off one shoulder), and hit post: New account – need villainess advice ASAP. Transmigrated into a bitchy noble lady who’s supposed to be hated by everyone. Tips to speedrun public enemy #1 without smiling? Serious answers only.

Deep down, Shanaya knew that her weakness was the source of their contempt, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her false friends poisoned her mind, whispering lies about Naina being the architect of her misery. Shanaya knew it was a deception, but her anger blinded her to the truth. She ran out of reasons to be good. Everyone labeled her a villainess, and Shanaya gradually embraced this identity. She transformed into a true villainess, never intending to harm Naina, but her fury consumed her. She sought to erase herself and her existence, believing that everyone would be happier without her. She knew that she was an unwanted cha

They had murdered that future without remorse but this time, I would not be weak. I rose slowly, wiping my face. The seductive aura wrapped around me like armor. My wolf stood strong beside my resolve. “I am Seraphina Voss,” I said aloud, voice steady and powerful. “I died once. I will not die again. I will make them suffer as I suffered. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until they beg for the mercy they never showed me.” The vow settled deep in my bones . I continued researching late into the afternoon, financial reports, society pages, pack gossip forums. Damien Blackthorn was everywhere. Feared. Respected. Desired. A man who took what he wanted and destroyed what he couldn’t control. Perfect target.

“Instead of them thinking you’ve been kidnapped, they’ll now believe you’re the villain!” What? What is she even talking about? Kidnap? Villain? This is insane. She’s been spouting off about her master plan, throwing around words like "kidnap" and "villain" as if we're in some kind of crime fiction. Her wild eyes and manic grin make her look even more unhinged. My mind races, trying to make sense of her madness. Why is she doing this? What does she want from me?

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

If not for the fact that we used to be best friends, I would have strangled her to death. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" INSIGHT___ Born into the bloodlines of misery and power, pushed by the bloodlines cursed into being an assassin is no other than Daisy Vipers. Daisy Vipers, a badass princess of the vipers, is known as an undercover, the most dreadful assassin, but there is more to the beautiful new breed viper. What is it? Find out in the incredible release of Book 2. Coming soon!

Alexa replied as she smoothed the black dress which had some orange feathers at the nape. "Ahhh, you can't play the villain, Alexa. You are just breaking in to the industry and you want to play such a hated character, you would just get criticism and hate," Mary was really worried. In her opinion, the villainess was really the most hateful character in the series. "Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,”

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was sta