A Gorgeous Villain Novels & Stories

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Is he here to finally kill me off? He closes in on the bed with a warm smile—strange to be honest. Shit! I shouldn't look into his eyes, but I can't be blamed. He's immensely attractive, and his skin looks expensive. His entire facial hair coloured dark silver—his eyelashes and moustache included—leaves me breathless. However, Viatores detest such an act and they can do unspeakable things to you because of it. If I had paid attention in class, I would have recalled earlier.

He was already drooling over her perfection. "Hello, gorgeous." Everyone looked at Gray. He didn't care if people sneered at him. Who doesn't like beauty? Hannah Grace was such a beauty. How could this beauty be a femme fatale and a killing machine at the same time? It wasn't a waste, and she stirred up even more attraction in Gray. Johanna cringed upon seeing Gray. "I never expected us to see each other again in this kind of situation," he winked. "Oniichan," she said, looking at Victor. "Sore wa watashi ga anata ni hanashita hentai desu."

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

He practically threw his arms into my face, "This is disgusting! It's barely recognizable as skin anymore! So...so stop lying. I know I'm not beautiful or gorgeous...I'm broken and used and ug-" I cut him off with a firm kiss on the lips. I held his chin in my hand while lifting his scarred arm to my lips, "Don't you ever say that about yourself. Ever. You are not broken or used or disgusting. You have nothing to be ashamed of." I left feathery kisses on every mark as I continued,

She needed her head examined, but she couldn’t stop staring. Truthfully, handsome wasn’t even close. He looked— mouthwateringly delectable. Undeniably, rivetingly gorgeous with that lady-killer smile. Suddenly she could see how women would flock to his brooding, badass and edgy bad-boy persona and the aura of danger he gave off like cologne. He wore it perfectly. Flawlessly. “What exactly do you find so amusing?” she demanded, quashing the flustered, confused fascination that had blossomed with that smile and the few sudden naked fantasies that demanded her attention briefly.

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

Under the moonlight, Celia was certain that this was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He had coal–black hair falling over his face. His striking features were perfectly symmetrical, his deep set eyes a dull red, and he had just the right amount of stubble to give him a rugged edge. Celia felt a sharp tug in her chest, but it left as quickly as it came, so she ignored it. The newcomer surveyed the area till his eyes fell on Nicholas. He smiled. It was both dazzling and sinister. “You’re the Alpha. It’s great to finally meet you.” He slowly strolled towards Nicholas. “I am Marcel.”

I collapsed to the floor. “We are going to take you things and do as we like with you, pretty.” His voice was cut short as a blur went past and his head flew from his body. The other dudes stared in shock, and then, from the shadows, a tall, very handsome, roguish-looking man emerged from the dark and scowled. “You shouldn’t be attacking a lone lady,” he said. His voice was dangerously deep and ice cold, and it gave me chills. These guys obviously knew him because they literally trembled.