A Villain's Kiss Tl Smith Novels & Stories

Kelvin knew he had lost so he decided to keep mute. Me Smith was a man in his late fifties, as soon as he saw the couples, confusion registered on his face. Before he could open his mouth to utter a word, Damian spoke out first, “ Mr. Smith, meet my lovely wife, Layla Wilson. We cut our honeymoon short because of your urgent request.”

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

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Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

“Still worth it.” I took the cup. “You’re making moves,” he said, watching me. “I’m shuffling the board.” “And if the pieces don’t land the way you want?” I looked up. “Then I flip the table.” He grinned. “There’s the Noah I know.” We spent the better part of the afternoon in strategy. Maps. Contacts. Guard rotations. I brought up an old ally from the north, a vampire named Cassian who owed me more than a few favors. Isaac countered with a witch who used to date him. “She hates me,” he said. “But she hates Edward more.”

The fabric parted, revealing her chest, and Ivy's face burned with a mixture of shame and desire. She was lost in his gaze, trapped in the depths of his intense eyes. Victor's hair was tied back, revealing the sharp planes of his face, and for a moment, Ivy forgot to breathe. He was the epitome of a villain, handsome and cruel, and she was powerless against his charm. "Little Smith," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Stop whatever game is playing in your mind. My decision won't change, no matter what you do. And don't tease me, or you'll regret it."

he used his thumb to pull my lower lip from between my teeth. I didn’t even realize I was biting my lip until he did that “Whatever “ I rolled my eyes He brought his face closer to mine and our lips met in a sweet slow kiss At that moment, I forgot where we were. The world around us suddenly melted away, leaving the both of us in our own little bubble Vitali’s tongue caressed mine expertly and I could taste the faint trace of smoke and mint in his mouth I could tell he’d been smoking before he came here. I always loved the taste of smoke in his mouth,

Elias breathed, but his breath caught in his throat as Damien reached down, his large, heavy hand grabbing Elias by the front of his silver dress shirt. With a single, effortless surge of his iron-hard wrists, Damien yanked him off the mattress, forcing Elias’s chest flat against his broad torso. The scent of raw cedar, rain, and expensive tobacco rolled off Damien's skin, instantly obliterating Elias's remaining internal defenses. Elias groaned, his fingers clawing desperately into the dark silk of Damien's shirt as their mouths collided in a brutal, deeply starved kiss that tasted of absolute ruin.

I moved closer to him and unlocked the metal locking his mouth then returned back to my seat letting the silence settle. “Who sent you?” My smile disappeared. He remained silent. “Wrong answer.” I slammed the crowbar into his hand, making a hole in it. “Argh,” he screamed out, then blood began to trail down his battered hands. “You ready to talk?”Still quiet. No problem. I like them difficult. I moved beside the wall where he was tied and flicked the switch. Then the real show began. He began screaming as electricity traveled down his body. Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors.