Ava Villian Novels & Stories

Valeria asked, digging one of her claws into Vladimir’s shoulder. “Of course I do. Look, your wife wasn’t as innocent as you thought. She used to come to my kingdom pretending to be a vampire. Since you don’t allow other kings into your kingdom, no one knew who she was, but I’ll tell you a secret. Your wife was a slut.” He paused for a moment to study Vladimir’s face, “You do know what a slut is, right?” “You’re a piece of shit.” He spat in Kieran’s face, and that was when Kieran lost his cool.

I pressed hard on my last word, hoping he would grab my intention. Theodore was calm, like no taunting or any sort of intense stare from him. He looked normal for a few seconds and I was patient, waiting for his rejection. "You got thirsty for wealth after stepping into this Villa. You will only rot in here. It's better for you to run as fast as possible, baby mama" His gaze hardened, mouth scrunched up in disgust.

He flipped me over as I lay in bed. Damian raised his hand and gave my perky bottom a tight slap. “Argh! Damian, I’m going to kill you!” … I sprawled across the sheets, unsure how much time had passed, but one thing was for sure, I was far too exhausted to jump at his throat. His calloused fingertips brushed away my tears. “Are you going to play nice now, Willow? “Are you still thinking about feeling up another guy’s abs?” Gritting my teeth, I fought back the humiliation and choked out a reply, “I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t do it again.”

‘ 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.

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.

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?