Novel & Cerita A Villain's Kiss Tl Smith

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

Vivian pov I smiled and said, "Who hasn’t stumbled into a mess when they were young and naive? But no one wants to fall into the same mess twice." Dominic Blackwood's handsome face darkened, nearly dripping with anger. Did I really just compare him to a mess? A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he tightened his grip on my chin and leaned down, kissing me fiercely. Caught off guard, I was taken by surprise. By the time I reacted, the man had already taken control, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t break free from his hold. In a moment of desperation, I bit down hard on his lip, and a metallic taste filled our mouths. Seizing the opportunity while he was momentarily distracted, I

Keverow stated. She sat back as someone from the audience walked down to the podium. The student was not someone who I’d seen before. They had long brown hair and broad shoulders. They were dressed in a sensible suit and were holding a stack of papers. They clacked them on the podium and cleared their throat before addressing Thorne. “Alpha Blythwitch,” they addressed. “Please repeat your accusation for those who haven’t heard it.” Thorne shifted in in his seat then cleared his throat. “I believe,” he started. “That Zora Smith is working with the vampires and is a spy trying to return wolves to the enslavement.”

“Just give us the boy named Colin Smith and we won't kill the lot of you.” “We will do no such thing.” “I was hoping you would say that,” Vlad grinned. The elemental suddenly looked at Colin. “The way you are fidgeting boy... Colin Smith, I presume.” Colin gulped. “It seems I was right,” his grin widened. Vlad looked over his soldiers and said, “take the boy and do whatever you want with the villagers.”

The mist around the cage flared brighter, feeding on whatever was breaking open inside me. I collapsed onto my side. Curled tight with every muscle locked and released in brutal waves. Sweat dripped into my eyes, stung. My teeth chattered so hard I tasted blood. Through the haze, I saw Lila. She stepped into the hall from a side corridor with her hair gleaming, lips painted crimson. She moved like she belonged here, like she had always belonged here. My heart lurched. Then Lila reached up. Slid her hand along the back of his neck and rose on her toes and kissed Smith.

Without a warning his hands came around the back of my neck pulling me back and making me look at him, my skin turned on fire where his hands were touching me and the fire spread through my whole body. His lips twitched, eyes darkened and he spoke in his hateful bossy tone"If I kiss you, you'll be part of my hell. I'll ruin you in ways you could never imagine. I am not the hero you have taken me as, I'm the villain who'll burn everything just to make sure what's mine is safe. I'm not a gentleman Miss Vitalio," I wanted to ask him to ruin me the way he wants to, I wanted to ask him to burn me in his fire but the voice never came out of my throat. I felt life leaving my body. My vision was haz

Stevie-Lou's POV The thing about revenge is that it tastes better slow. You let it simmer. You add sugar, lies, soft kisses. You let the man believe he’s safe, loved, maybe even saved. And then you pull the rug. Smith Hart thought he found the one. He really did. And I played that part with the kind of grace that would make Oscar winners cry.