Ava Villian Novels & Stories

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

“He’s part of a movement. Not just a rogue operation. He’s tied to the Vilamir family. They’re trying to rebuild what was lost centuries ago—the Admosian Empire. The Werewolf Monarchy.” Anita mutters a curse under her breath. Valerie goes stiff. Miyuki doesn’t react. But I can feel the way her energy changes—more focused, more alert. “Lilith,” Jace says. Korra nods once. “She’s a Vilamir. That’s confirmed. She was bred and raised to help reclaim power for their family. That’s why Lucien and Victor are working with her... they know how powerful she is. She been helping them build an army.”

AZELIÁ Damn! I know, I know what you're thinking but I'm not stupid and no, I haven't lost my mind either. But damn seemed to be the only word that came to my mind at that Moment. Cillian. Damn Cillian. How someone so beautiful could be so cruel and evil was beyond reason. "Who turned on the switch?" He barked, anger, so much anger evident on his face. He turned to look at the soldiers stationed at the door but they both looked down, from shame I presume.

"So this is your true nature, honorable Mr. Asher. Imposing everything in front of you and assuming everything that happens in front of you is my fault?! Listen, Mr. Asher. Without you telling me, I... Vallen will always remember my status as your paper wife. And don't worry about my feelings. Because I will not turn to look at the men of the past." With a bitter smile, Vallen violently released Asher's hand, the flame of anger she still showed in front of Asher as a form of protest.

****** In another room, Lilliana entered and wrapped her arms around a man’s waist, pulling him in for a hard, possessive kiss. “How is he?” the man asked when they parted. Lilliana scoffed, releasing him and dropping into a nearby chair. “Still as annoyingly naive as ever,” she sneered. “I’ve watched Killian for years,” the man replied, narrowing his eyes. “He might act like a fool, but he’s not to be underestimated.” “He went to meet with Lord Valmort,” the man said.. Lilliana nodded slowly. “To plot against your mother?” she asked, crossing her legs

"Auntie, what’s going on?!" "Jillian—" "I know everything! Even your marriage to Sake!" Valeria hissed. "Did you really think you could replace my daughter?!" "I am your daughter," Jillian said, steeling herself. So she was better now. And with recovery came the return of her hatred. "You won’t fool me again!" "I didn’t want any of this! I helped you, Mama. Don’t act like I’m the one who benefited from this whole mess!" "Don’t you dare call me Mama! I have no daughter who’s a criminal!"

“Meeting Cassandra had changed that. I know I am not welcomed here. But I do love Cassandra, Alexandra, or whoever she wants to be. And when the war comes, I want to be one of the people standing beside her to protect her.” How could I still doubt that? Suzanna had personally verified Valerian’s identity. My own wife adored him. And his love for Alexandra was in his eyes. He proudly wore it like an expensive suit. He was a royalty and yet, he surrendered and even endured humiliation and beating from the wolves to express his sincerity. Every word he uttered about Cassandra showed his love for her. I had to admit it. He was a rival worthy of her love, too, and so was Giovanni who was working

Val reminisced. “Your wife?” I asked. “No. This was before my wife and God forbid if my wife ever hears this, but the woman from back then was my first love. Her name was Camille; Cami for short. She was so beautiful and I remember meeting her while I was a gladiator. She was a showgirl— back then being a showgirl meant dancing and performing for the king or the elite or just being around. It was love at first sight. I had just finished fighting five traitor soldiers; she was bringing the king food and we locked eyes. Then & there, that was my last fight. We ran away together and we had many adventures during the next five years,” Valkon began.

His jaw tightened as he forced each word out, as though holding himself back from something far more violent. “You’ve only proven to me..." His eyes darkened as they bore into her. "Just how low and despicable you truly are as a woman... giving your body away so easily, and to someone like Villion.” “And who should it be if not Villion?” Lila retorted coldly. “You?” she added. “Bruno, let me be clear... out of all four of you, Villion is the only one I will ever give the right to my body.”

After what felt like ages, Kennifer was eventually on the verge of passing out. "From now on..." she managed to say, her chest heaving repeatedly. "I'll never eat raw dicks again. I'll let my lower lips taste every good cock until it can no more stand," saying that, she keeled over on the floor. Vilian rose to his feet, and the two masked men made their way to him. "Please, come with us," one of them said. "Yes, sir," Vilian responded, feeling somehow thankful that he was still alive. He had pleased the one who wanted him dead.