Novel & Cerita Assistant To The Villain Book 2

snap. Ben wants revenge. He wants you to suffer. He want you to feel pain. You will suffer, Harry. You will feel pain. How much pain is up to you, if you follow our rules Brooklyn won't be harmed... much. If you don't follow our rules she will be harmed, and so will someone else. Do exactly as you're told and you may be able to have your mate back. Do exactly as you're told and we won't kill Alice. -Rogue Harry flipped over the letter and sucked in a breath when he saw a photograph of Alice, tied up and gagged.

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

"Get out of my sight before I lock you up in the cellar and this time not even your parents would be able to get you out." The man seethed his voice filled with so much vim as he walked past her and through the adjourning door, slamming it roughly after him. "Was he insane?! What was going on?" Adelaide quizzed herself. Was she in a horror movie of some sort? Polly was the villain in her book and she had drugged the male lead, Alpha Rael and slept with him, was he recreating that scene? Was he trying to put her through her own book?

"You're forgetting that I know you well enough, Luciano." "You don't know who I am and you never will. I will forever be a stranger to you, an enemy you can never tolerate. Tell me if I'm wrong." That was all I had been to Vitale, to her and her brother—an enemy they could not wait to get rid of. She clipped, “Why are you doing this? Don't make Ros a pawn in whatever revenge scheme you’ve been planning.” I arched a brow. “Is that what you think is going on?”

"You're not frightened at all are you, ? You, of all people, should know that I do not make empty threats." His fingers dug deeper into her skin. "I know you ran to your little hero, thinking he'd save the day. But let me tell you right now, your Prince Charming is no match for this villain standing next to you. Valtor's breath danced across Valeria's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

We look into the eyes of our victim—if she can even be considered one—before ridding the world of the poison. I gently kicked her heel on the side, making her sobs stop altogether and her back stiffen. She turned slowly, and her wide, scared eyes turned dark the moment she saw who it was. “You bītch! This is your fault. I’m going too—” her snarl broke the moment I placed the cold metal of the barrel on her forehead. “Let’s get one thing clear. Each one of you dug your graves the moment you messed with a Blanco. Manda i miei saluti al diavolo.” (Italian: Send my regards to the devil.)

Being a manipulator, his image was clean and to kill time, he targeted the friend circle of his mortal enemy. “Call your Annalise now.” He smirked, snatching her book away and a yell came from the other side. “Why don’t you call your Father, you spoiled animal!?” Snarling, Annalise came to rescue her friend. Roughly grabbing her book back and slammed it on her hand, glaring at Victoria who looked down sadly for getting caught again. “Look, the witch is here.” Vincent scoffed, rolling his eyes off and leaning on his friend, Dan’s shoulder.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

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.