Villainous Daughter Novels & Stories

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

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.

expression spoke volumes. “Yes,” I said softly, glancing down at the magical medallion. “I’m that traitor’s daughter.” I sighed, leaning on Rain and seeking comfort in him. “Everything bad that happened to werewolf kind – to you! – was because of my father. He poisoned the mind of good men and made them monsters.” I hated being related to him! It felt like a trap, a cage I could never escape. As if sensing my emotions, Rain’s fingers interlaced with mine, resting atop my swollen belly.

I was, after all, the illegitimate, b&stard daughter who had ruined her mother’s life by being born. Granted, since being back, I had not encountered anyone who remembered me that way… but it would happen soon enough. Especially once the werewolf tabloids got wind of Danny being mated again. They would easily dig up all the dirt in my background, and my mother would probably give them lots of juicy quotes for their stories. “It is only a matter of time before Beta Nichols rejects my daughter,” she might say. “She ruins lives, not helps them. Her father didn’t want her, and I didn’t want her. Her blood is tainted. She is a curse from the Moon Goddess.”

I keep seeing this write us saying, villains are made not born and I guess I can relate. I was born the bastard daughter of Elder Vance Grayson, one of the most powerful, arrogant high-born lords of the old regime and a trusted advisor to the old Alpha, Cade's father. But I wasn't to be born to be a lady. My mother had been a common maid in the mansion. She was a very beautiful, desperate girl who looked at the high stone walls and the velvet drapes and decided she would climb her way to the top by any means necessary. She had used her youth, her sharp wit, and her body to seduce the Elder, entirely unbothered by the fact that his high-born wife, Lady Genevieve, sat in the parlor just a floo

she said sarcastically. Shit!. Is this his daughter? this voice doesn't sound girlish, it sounds manly, she must be a badass now. I'm damn scared right now. "And...and...and.. so what?, did you hear I'm all out looking for you?, welcome back bitch and get ready to go and meet your family soon" I said trying to hide my fear, the next thing I heard was her evil laughter. "Mr Williamson the great killer, you tried and I'm happy to tell you that I'm here in Georgia, with your 18 years old daughter, wife and son, how good will it be if I send their pictures in the pool of their blood to you" she said sternly.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Pretend she isn’t the bloodline I dreamt about destroying. The more I think about it, the longer I spend smashing the home-made punching bag that has been hung in the repurposed Black Hall. Sweat drips down my body, frustration pouring out of me but never sated. Everyone here knows she is the daughter of Valdis. Howen has said more than once she is a bad seed, a reputation amongst the other workers.

“You good for nothing ungrateful bastard. Zo you're going to kill me? I should have gotten rid of you when you were born.” “Maybe you should have, at least I wouldn't have to watch my father tell such blatant lie just to save himself.” “Are you calling me a liar?” “Yes I am. That's what you are. You're not just a liar you're an evil person who wouldn't think twice before treating your daughter like thrash.” “That's because you are nothing but thrash. That's exactly what you are? What daughter speaks against her own father? No one but you.” Quinn wasn't having it anymore like I anticipated. Her eyes shut tight as she muttered some words, her mind made up.

she said and then sighed. “You knew how much it would hurt me to hear it. That my only daughter is planning to be a vampire, an abomination” she added. I just stood there frozen at the new discovery; I am the actual villain. She trusted me and saw me as her friend, and I can’t believe that I betrayed her. I am the villain in her love story and now it all makes sense. “The reason you are cursed was because you were willing to pay any price if it meant that you would mate with my daughter” she said and then scoffed.