Why Is Victoria The Villain In Twilight?

Obsessed with werewolf novels? So was Natalie Stewart, a typical 25 year old freelancing artist who spent majority of her spare time reading trashy werewolf books online. Over the years, she’d come across countless styles and variations of the classic tropes, enjoying every twist, heartbreak and steamy matebond moment the female leads would go through. But as Natalie unfortunately meets an untimely death, dying in her very own kitchen during a home invasion, the last thing she expected was to wake up inside the body of someone completely new. Someone beautiful and entirely unrecognisable. However, not everything is as perfect as the flawless stranger staring back at her in the mirror. Because as Natalie comes to terms with her new body, it doesn’t take long for her to discover someone else. A girl with clear signs of mistreatment and neglect, her skin flushed with bruises that peek out from under her ragged clothes. Looking at her, Natalie quickly realises she is no longer in the world she once knew. A place of modern luxuries and ordinary people. In fact, it’s far worse than she could have possibly imagined. Because she’s now trapped inside the last werewolf novel that she read. But she’s not Aurora, the goddess-chosen white wolf girl of prophecy with magical powers. The one who will escape her painful enslavement, find her Alpha King second-chance mate, and overcome obstacles to prove their love for each other. No... she has woken up in the body of Scarlett. The villainess who will get in her way.... and one who won’t live to see the end of the book.

Vampires are a myth, but for Charlie Preston vampires are real. With the mysterious appearance of a man by the name of Maxwell Barnett, Charlie’s life changes in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, not for the better. Every vampire is assigned a bloodline and Charlie is about to learn that she’s Maxwell’s property. There’s no easy way of accepting that you were born to nourish a vampire. No easy way of accepting that he wants you to be his vampire bride. From seduction to murder, Charlie and Maxwell face many obstacles together and against each other, but what Charlie doesn’t know is that death is the only way to survive what’s coming.

Sarah was the only vampire in the Stormveil Pack and the one every werewolf despised, because ten years ago the Luna who had adopted her was brutally murdered by vampires in the forest.Andrew, the Alpha’s son, placed all the blame on Sarah, making her the person he hated most. The only reason Andrew kept her around was because her blood was the only cure for Madison. But at the Mate Ball, he made a shocking discovery the mate he had long awaited turned out to be Sarah. All Sarah ever wanted was to escape, yet she died in the dungeon, consumed by hatred. If given a second chance, she vowed to make those who hurt her pay. When she opened her eyes again, she realized she had been reborn.

“Wh… why…?” I whimpered through stutters of pain. “Because I wanted to. You are mine now. My Luna. You will bend to me, whether you want to or not.” He lifted my chin with his hand and locked eyes with me. “But I keep my promises: I won’t touch you until you beg for it. And you will.” // After losing her parents in a territorial war, Violet takes control of the pack and the family business with a single purpose: to restore her clan’s power and avenge them. But when she is betrayed by the one she least expected, she ends up in the hands of her greatest enemy: Rayan, the firstborn of the Karin: the pack responsible for her parents’ death. Marked by him as his Luna, Rayan vows to make her suffer as punishment for daring to threaten his father’s life. Alone and with no choice, she must gather strength within herself and devise a plan to take revenge on everyone who betrayed her. With a dark and twisted relationship, will Violet make Rayan bend? This is Violet’s story. This is her vengeance.

It was at our engagement banquet that I finally learned the truth. I wasn't the true heiress of a noble human family. I wasn't the "fated bride" destined to bear a half-blood child for the vampires. I was just the wrong baby someone had brought home from the hospital. A fake. I'd thought that Alexander, the boy who'd risked his life to drag me out of a burning house, the boy I'd grown up beside, would love me the same as always. Instead, in front of everyone, he let go of my hand and looked down at me with cold eyes. "Without that bloodline, do you really think you deserve to stand beside me?" Then he reached out and slid the engagement ring off my finger himself. He turned, and led the true heiress up to the high platform. Everyone laughed at me. The fake heiress, delusional enough to think she could marry the vampire heir. I was thrown out of the only home I'd ever known. The only kindness left to me was Alexander's, a scrap of charity that let me stay at his side as the lowest thing a vampire could keep. A blood slave. And then, later, I died in an explosion. Saving him. Alexander knelt in the blood and lost his mind, screaming at everyone around him to save me. But there was something he didn't know. I hadn't died. Later still, at a vampire banquet, he saw me again at last. I walked past him on another man's arm, smiling. And this time, it was his turn to lose his mind begging me to look back at him.

My sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.