When The Villaines Loves Novels & Stories

The sound was crisp and sharp. The rope marked Damian’s chest with a thin red welt. Damian looked up at me with teary eyes and rasped out, “It hurts, Willow.” “It’s supposed to hurt.” It would be weird if he did not feel any pain from taking the beating. I roughed him up and delivered the rest of my lines. “Damian, this is proof of my affection for you. Do you like it? “You’re only fit to be my pet for the rest of your life, understand?”

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

She used Alyssa's background to manipulate me into believing she was a more worthy mate and I had foolishly allowed myself to fall under her spell. But the way of the heart is not the way of the brain. It was Alyssa I was in love with and my heart could not bear to be with someone else. No wonder the moon goddess chose her. I would have stood my ground. I would have rejected my father's proposal no matter the consequence, all this drama would have been avoided but it was too late to cry. Marietta is a strong-willed woman and one thing was certain, she wasn't going to let me go without a fight.

Laura and Merri gasped, it was the reaction I was waiting for. “Then the treasure that he has collected at the end of the underground tunnel exit, will be taken by me. Hohoho, so Laura, you don't have to pick up the rest of the treasures." Clap. Clap. Clap. “Milady, I just realized you have the talent to be a classy villain.” “Well, I'm a villainess who wants to make baby first revenge later, so my cunning act only surfaced recently after I got pregnant. Just like I did to you, Laura. If you mess with me again, it won't be hard to destroy you. You learned your lesson, right?”

Tonight was the night that Favilla would be reborn into immortality. The thought sent a pang through his heart. Favilla, who he loved; Favilla, who tried to kill him; Favilla, who once loved him; Favilla, who would soon learn to hate him. Somehow, all of that was true, and for a second Canus couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of colossal joke. After briskly donning clothes and walking a quick circuit around the estate, ensuring that everyone who was supposed to be there was in fact present and also ensuring that nobody who wasn’t supposed to be there was in fact absent, Canus set off for Favilla’s grave.

"...occurs when you stop seeing someone's wrongdoings. When everything seems unreal, it is when you are blindly accepting the person’s evilness. Love is destruction, Your Highness.” But I never imagined that when I said those words, he would know exactly what I meant. It's not the same reason I seek revenge since before I knew it, he was already pursuing me to the furthest edge of the world. It's strange, but it became stranger when I followed the guidebook for the villainess.

“Oh yeah? What do you call gathering all of our soldiers to fight Canum’s rogues? A tea party?” I opened my mouth. Then closed it. Because unfortunately, she wasn’t entirely wrong. “And now,” Vahlia continued, “suddenly you’re talking about mating Bailey?” I looked away. The pressure behind my eyes returned. Heavy. Persistent. “Sometimes people realize they’ve been chasing the wrong person.” Vahlia studied me. For a long moment neither of us spoke. Then her expression softened. Just slightly. “I like Maryelle.” There it was. The real reason. “I consider her my friend—I’m not friends with crown chasers. In fact, I can spot them from miles away.”

My heart froze when the tip stopped in my direction. “She used magic!” I turned to Leon. “Isn’t that supposed to be against the rules?” “Are you scared already, weakling?” She smirked. Weak what? “Bring. It. On.” “Truth or dare?” My fingers greased my stilettos slightly. “Truth.” “Hmm... let’s see.” Ivella inspected her fingers before turning back to me. “How does it feel knowing you will not be alive long enough to graduate? For someone as powerless as you, it’s obvious you won’t survive. So tell me, how does it feel?”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

AZELIÁ Damn! I know, I know what you're thinking but I'm not stupid and no, I haven't lost my mind either. But damn seemed to be the only word that came to my mind at that Moment. Cillian. Damn Cillian. How someone so beautiful could be so cruel and evil was beyond reason. "Who turned on the switch?" He barked, anger, so much anger evident on his face. He turned to look at the soldiers stationed at the door but they both looked down, from shame I presume.