When The Villianess Loves Novels & Stories

The law stands intact even for those who are family. I feel my insides clenching in fear. He is doing this. He will do it if I didn’t answer now. Of all, it’s not some cliché world where the hero forgives his cheating wife. Valentine was a hero for only me not for the world and would go to immeasurable depths to prove it right. After all, he was a villain, a devil and he hated to lose.

Lixien smirked to him, “I have experienced worse. So, you will try to make me jealous by making Hina as your Imperial Concubine? Bed her every night? That’s great, at least, I wouldn’t try pretending receiving the ‘Love’ you told me you have for me, Your Majesty. Get out of my room. Tomorrow morning, I will get my things back and will never step in your quarters.” Vailan looked at her and seriously told her, “If you try eliminating my people in my empire, I will use any necessary means to wipe you out. Just like I did to your family.” Lixien’s heart ached and her eyes slightly wavered, “I understand. Go out now.” She offered, staring at him expressionlessly. Vailan examined her expression fo

she adds, showing me a small video camera. On the screen, there’s no mistaking it: Giselle and Oliver walking out of a hotel I know all too well. But the worst part? The moment that bastard suddenly leans in and kisses her. "You’re lying!!" I growl, grabbing her arm and glaring at her like I could set her on fire. "She would never cheat on me!" "I’m not lying, Nathan. You just saw it with your own eyes. What kind of woman in love sneaks around with her ex? The answer’s simple—one who’s still in love with her first and only love."

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

“I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us” “Speak for yourself, your problem is that you are miserable why should I suffer because of you?’ “Are we really going there Villain? After all the bullshit that we had to endure” “What do you want me to say? I know that our life been shitty, but you cannot use that as an excuse. The moon goddess brought her to us, and now we can love and cherish our mate. I’m begging you Maiden please don’t let our past be the reason for not having happiness” Villain said going back into my mind.

“And I assume she didn’t take it too well?” “From what I was later told, she became immediately hostile and violent,” he answered. “Alistair swore he didn’t touch her despite Lucia’s repeated attempts at attacking him, however he did invoke his ranked authority to order her into submission. A means of self-defence. This must have been when Lucia realised she wasn’t going to convince Alistair to stay with her. In an outburst of rage, hoping to hurt him further with just her words, she confessed the truth to him. That she didn’t love Alistair... that she never had. She was just using him so she wouldn’t have to return to being a rankless member of the pack once the boys grew up, found their ma

She was good with him, patient, quiet, and completely non-threatening. "He needs someone outside my inner circle," I continued, keeping my eyes fixed on her face. "Someone who can build trust without crossing lines." Vanessa looked back up, locking eyes with me. There was an intense, unreadable storm in her hazel gaze, a chaotic mix of sheer confusion, relief, and strict determination. "My boundaries are absolute, Mr. Vance," she stated firmly, walking back toward her side of the desk. "My work here is strictly professional, and my only focus will be Ronn's well-being."

“Victoria Valentine— a sniper who has been sending subtle messages to me to let me know she can easily kill me. She used to be in the military but left on a dishonorable discharge and has been missing ever since. I have no idea what issue she has with me—” “Bounty hunter?” is the only thing I can think of and he sighs. “It’s what I suspect, but I’m just letting you know there’s someone else who has a hard-on for me,” he says. I look at the woman in the picture and notice how beautiful she is. What happened to her to turn her into a heartless weapon I wonder? The only thing I can think of is the one thing I am terrified of admitting to Kaius. Love— it’s a powerful weapon and can drive you to

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.

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.