Novels by Your villain

14;JULIAI think Ben is hitting on me, it sounds ridiculous but why would he drive to my house with a bunch of flowers, help make tea and squeeze my hands before leaving.It isn't just “supervisor acting nice to worker” behavior, it is flirting. Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just overthinking things.I force myself to concentrate and get over with the task at hand, since Uncle T put it in my head that it must have been an inside job, I have been curious to speak to Don Paul.I might not get the person responsible right away but it will answer some questions.The door was opened by an attractive woman who didn't look surprised to see me.“Hello, Paul has been expecting you, he's in his study right now, she explained as she guided me upstairs into the study.I noted two important things as I walked in. Firstly, she didn't use “Don” while referring to him. Secondly, unlike the last time, the house was very quiet.“Where are all the staffs” I blurted before I could stop myself.“Paul asked the

13:JULIAThe smell of antiseptic hit me before I open my eyes. My lids fluttered gently taking in the white and blue walls.I tried to move but a numbing pain at my side forces me to stay still.A familiar voice calls softly from beside me, “Julia”?.I turned my head slowly surprised to see my uncle with his wife, clutching together like scared children.“Uncle T, I tried, my voice weak.He rushed to my side, hugging me tightly. “Ouch”, I winced at the pain that jabbed my sides.“Ey”, Aunt Margaret scolded, giving him a mean look, “can't you see she's still on pain”?.He looked down nervously, “sorry Jules, I was just worried something bad would happen to you, others involved in the accident are already discharged.I clutched the end of the bed tightly, remembering the explosion. There's no doubt it had to do with the case.Or maybe not, Don Mario was there too, maybe someone wanted to get back at him.“Julia”, Aunt Margaret called, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Your boyfriend left

12RaymondThe first thing meet are Jules eyes threatening bullets at me. This doesn't look good.She drags me up before I could properly acknowledge Dewel.“Care to explain why their is a minor in your house”, she spat.I furrow my brows, “Dewel?, “You know damn well what I'm talking about so start talking’’, she snaps.Then I see it. As clear as day. “You think I'm using Dewel as some kind of transport for drugs?.“You tell me, Raymond, I don't even know what to think”.I clenched my fist, to stop myself from exploding. Countless times she has made it clear that she didn't trust me, but this here has crossed a line.“I don't care what you think, Julia, Get out”.She flinched, “I'm going to leave Raymond, but if I find out what I think is true you are going to be in big trouble”.With that she was out, banging the door behind her. I stared at the empty space for a long time before flinging the pack of pizza against the wall.I composed myself before leaving the room, I don't want D

11JULIAI folded and unfolded my hands in my lap as he drove. The slight smell of narcotic wiffing in the air, of course he must have gone to supply drugs at the cartel. What the hell am I doing with him?. My hormones has definitely landed me in trouble.I am supposed to be working on a case which he was one of the likely suspects. I hatr my body for how it reacts to him.I hate how giddy I feel when he's close to me. How easily I get riled up. I berated myself for not being firm and walking out.I watched his fingers wrapped around the sterling as he drove into the compound. They would look good around my neck. The hell I need to concentrate.He gently opened my side of the car, holding my hands as he urshed me into his house. I took a good look around- the last time I had been drugged when I was brought in.“Make yourself comfortable”, he said, removing his suit and heading upstairs.My oh my, I thought men looked like bat man when they were dressed in suits but gawwd. That chisle

10; RAYMONDIf I wasn't an idiot who thought with his dick, I'll be over her. I would have hated her, loathed her.My mind kept flashing to her little frame on my bed. The way her eyes fluttered gently as she woke and that stubborn mouth of hers that I wished to kiss mercilessly till they're swollen.I shut that part of my mind as I maneuvered my car to the club. I am not really a club business- only business called me here.I flashed my id and walked straight to the entrance not waiting for the compulsory search; I was well known here.The party was still in it's initial, shy phrase and the clients were not here. I ordered a bourbon to pass on time watching as people began filling inside and the beat getting hotter.I took a look at my wristwatch again, why wasn't the client still here?. I contemplated leaving but sat down again; carrying 700 packs of nicotine up and down can be a bit dangerous.My gaze swept though the mildly filled club and… Christ? Is that Jules?.What is she doi

09;“why am I here?. I asked as Madam Pat placed the turkey sandwich in front of me.She reclined softly unto the settee opposite mine, the style of her sitting room was quiet contrary to what I thought.Light brown wall paint complimened the cream furnitures, the window was open lavishly sending a golden ray of sunlight into the sitting room.“Why do you think I sent for, she asked back.I shrugged, “I don't know, mostly after you told me to mind my business-“About that, I apologize-I almost stiffened, was I hearing properly?“I just… don't want anything to happen-“To who?, I pressed, sensing her hesitation.“Matthew, he is like my son. I'm afraid my sister didn't raise him stern enough”.“Your sister?, Don Paul's wife?, Isn't she late?.She nodded, “Almost 9 years ago and Paul is already hopping after that…She exhaled loudly, “nevermind, my problem is Matthew. I know you have been suspecting me and I don't care but I fear you have something more greater to worry about”.She paus