Villainess Novels & Stories

She taught the kid well and she's proud. “Aren't you leaving yet?” she snapped. “You're forcing yourself way too much on a man who already had a wife and a daughter. Let me remind you, Ava. My mother was a mistress, the one who ruined a family. In this story, we are the villain. Don't take my spot. I'm getting into that role already. Quit messing up the story.”

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

Was she suggesting that I should let my daughter turn into a monster who would bring misery to innocent lives? "I don't want my daughter to become an evil person," I said, my voice unintentionally raised due to my anxiety, spurred by Veem's statement. "Are you saying you see your daughter as a monster?" Veem narrowed her eyes, holding Yuna out of my reach, causing my heart to race. I swallowed hard and shook my head, still attempting to get closer, but her men blocked my path. "That's the very definition of a weresin. A child who would bring chaos, and chaos is a sign of wickedness," I argued, my frustration growing as I tried to assert myself. The way she spoke about my daughter and agreed

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.

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.

I nodded my head, “I guess that’s all I need to know….. so excuse me.” “Shouldn’t you confront your husband about this?” The amusement in Karisa’s voice was clear, “Who knows what else he is hiding?” I didn’t want to show her I suspected my husband, I didn’t want her to see the crack that could destroy my home, “That’s enough, I don’t need to hear anything from a villain.” “A villain?” Karisa laughed, “Do you know….. You are the heroine, and I’m the villain. How about I kill the villain and become good?” Karisa clapped her hands with a smirk on her face, “Then we can say the villain was reformed.”

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.