Romans & histoires Villainess

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

He assured again. Right, Alex is the villain of the book. She must have forgotten cause he is locked up as Elijah said. All these made sense but deep down, her heart was still disagreeing with what he said. What is happening to her? Why did she suddenly feel bad when he said the villain have being locked away? She had many unending questions that would never be answered cause she was the only one who has the answer. "Very well then. I apologize for distracting your meeting. You can go on." She said warmly and left the room.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

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

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.

Kashi lifted her head, strands of hair falling across her face as her eyes glinted with bitter amusement. His expression darkened. “You’re still the talk of the industry,” he spat back, venom dripping from every word. “The unloved heiress. The woman who went after some poor girl like Natalie and used her power to crush her.” His voice hardened with contempt. “I despise people like you the most.” Kashi spat at him. “If I were at the peak of my villain era,” she shot back, her voice trembling with fury rather than fear, “you’d already be ripped apart, rib to career.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”