Ava Villian Novels & Stories

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

He finally sat, his eyes like two pits of cold ash. “So,” he began, stretching his hands revealing a semi automatic pistol strapped to his belt. "You called me here to talk about a name. Bane Valak." I let out a small,shaky breath. "The man who ruined us both," I said, leaning forward. "He’s at a private villa in Calabria. He’s vulnerable. He’s distracted by my daughter." Roman let out a short, dry sound that might have been a laugh if it hadn't been so devoid of humor.

Surprised gasps arose in the office at her lewd accusations. Valeria's lips curled into a dangerous and composed smile as she retrieved the golden invitation card from Cynthia. "Like I said, Cynthia Miller, I'm Valentina Wilson, the highest shareholder of Capernaum Royal Company. I will forgive you for mistaking me for someone you know, but if you ever address me so derogatorily, I'm afraid I won't be so nice."

Or maybe he does sleep, but Henry had never seen him actually doing it nor does he think he was capable of sleeping at all. He was nervous as he waited for the billionaire to open his eyes. Valentino Veldiar is the wealthiest in Falkor City. Every living being, including the dead, is terrified of his name. He's almost a god in this place and is known as an elusive bachelor. He rarely shows himself to the public. Every woman in Falkor City was dying to be the next Mrs. Veldiar. He has power and wealth, and everyone who has seen him from afar swears he looks like a descended god.

"Of course! That's why you should listen to me. You know, I always want what's best for you. We're not just friends; you're like a sister to me. Not by blood but by heart. The connection is stronger when it's heart to heart." She closed her eyes, smiled, and nodded, as if boasting. "But, okay, if you're really determined and not foolish anymore, repeat after me." My eyebrows raised at what Thes said. "I, Thaliana, will no longer be weak for Rozzean Cyron Valleje." I repeated what she said. "I, Thaliana, will no longer be weak for Rozzean Cyron Valleje." "No matter how big his hotdog is--" "Thes!" I exclaimed. Now, she's the one laughing.

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

He loomed over her, a towering wall of pure fury. "Let me make something very clear to you," Julian growled, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Vincenzo and Valerius know exactly who belongs to them. They are the only ones capable of handling a Valli princess, and they will never accept a cheap imitation. Furthermore, Valerius and I have been best friends since we were children. Our families are bound by blood and iron. It depends entirely on June. If she wants to marry the brothers, she will sit on that throne. And if she doesn't... only then can a stray dog like you pick up the scraps."

What else is Kingsbury hiding exactly? “Kryvan?” “A being who feeds on the life essence of others. A vital energy that flows through the wrists. While the urge to feed is always there, it becomes ten times stronger on full moons.” she explained and I stared at her like she was insane. Because she was. But then it hit me. Ivella always had a bandaid on her wrist, and some other girls I had seen seemed like they were pretty much flaunting it. Was that because Kai had been feeding on them too?