Villainous Daughter Novels & Stories

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

“I told her it was Davina and my father Reason to keep eyes on her and be stalker for her.” Susan frowned. “My daughter has more enemies than allies. You should kill your father—that prick—and your conniving stepsister.” Her words were cold, sharp, and full of bloodlust. For a moment, she reminded me of my grandfather—the way her eyes gleamed with calculated menace, the kind that belonged to someone who knew how to destroy people. “Alaric’s dead. Davina’s still rotting in prison. My father? He’s too busy trying to recover from the humiliation of discovering his second wife cheated on him. It’s karma. He ruined my mother when she was sick; now, it’s his turn to suffer.”

the word dripped venom, “—is the daughter of a traitor who got six good men slaughtered?” “Her father’s crimes aren’t hers.” “Aren’t they?” She slammed a dossier on the desk. Photos spilled out—Lila at thirteen, shivering in a too-thin shift during her first shift; Lila at sixteen, scrubbing floors in the packhouse kitchens; Lila last winter, feral and half-shifted during a Bloodfang raid. “Weakness is a disease, Asher. It spreads.” He flipped the photos face-down, hands shaking. “She’s stronger than you think.”

my heart dropped to my stomach when she said her last sentence, and looking at Ezio, I saw that his own eyes were as wide as mine as Cassandra put Ariana down beside me, taking a step forward to stand in front of Killian “the daughter that you sold to the man that you knew was hurting her when she came pleading for help” Everyone around us gasped, and mutters of surprise started spreading around as she turned around “the daughter you despised for being a hybrid” “The daughter that you hated for being as caring as she was” she said, walking back toward us, avoiding looking at me or Ezio “and the daughter that you tried so hard to taint, but failed at every attempt of turning her into a power

I couldn't. Taking a deep breath, I confirmed his assessment. "It did come full circle. She did. He was an abusive fuck. You remember the surveillance. It was because her old man finally figured out he'd sold his daughter to the devil. I didn't know until recently what that meant. I hope now it meant he made a last-minute change to his will. That didn't spare her the years of degradation." "And yet it took Lennox..." "Alexandria Collins is her daughter, is his daughter...the race fan." When Vincent didn't respond, I went on. "None of this is news to you."

My heart tightened as I stared at my daughter in the arms of the woman I’d believed killed her. “You,” I growled at Marcene, as I took a step closer. The midwife took one backward. “Don’t hurt my mother,” Layla cried, clutching unto Marcene, “Uncle, don’t let her hurt momma,” she cried louder. And I stood there, frozen. I’d become the villain in my daughter’s eyes. “Eloise, we have to leave.” “I—I can’t leave my daughter here—” “She’ll be fine,” he assured as he ushered me away from the room, and from my daughter.

“Damien Vale is a viper. He’s poison, Lila! He’s been circling me for years, waiting for an opening, and now I see what his play has been all along. You.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a pawn, Father.” “You are! He’s using you. Can’t you see that?” “No,” she shot back, surprising herself again with her boldness. “I see more clearly than I ever have in my life.” His fist hit the desk again. “You’re my daughter. You’ll not throw yourself into the arms of my enemy. Do you understand? I forbid it.” The word forbid struck her like a lash. She’d grown up under that iron tone, used to bending to it, used to being the perfect daughter in the perfect dress at the perfect dinners. But now—it cracked a

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!” Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident. The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze. It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl. I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death. I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

Her family's been a mess since she was little. [Her father abandoned her and her mother, her mom died after a long illness, and she worked three jobs to put herself through college. She's suffered so much!] [Her good days are coming! Once Nathan falls in love with her, nobody will ever dare bully her again!] [No! If Quinn protects her, what happens to the female lead's story? Villainess, get out of here!] Vivian looked up at me. Her eyes were slightly red, and drops of wine still clung to her lashes, yet her gaze remained clear and bright.