Novel & Cerita Beautiful Villain

Xena’s voice jolts me out of my thoughts. “This is no ordinary poison” Cahir forces himself to speak, blood coating his mouth, “Xena, take her out of here” The fight has become more intense, from the distance I can see Bastian killing off the cadets like they mean nothing. He has always been the villain, I just didn’t notice it and it was my mistake. How could someone be so good? It was my mistake, I could have easily found out everything about him if I wasn’t so blind to his too good nature.

He still seemed to be as sharp as his name. Before this, I didn’t know that a man could look very alluring, too. Blade had smooth bronze skin and despite being locked up in this place for a long time, his body was still in good shape. He had the face that was more beautiful and more captivating than any woman. Even standing beside him could make a woman feel inferior. He was a proof that looks could truly be deceiving. With the devil’s face, no one would think he was a sinner, that he had killed hundreds of people in his desire to rule the world.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

I didn’t belong here. “Father... Alistair is right... Scarlett isn’t a good person,” Victor then added, being the only other person present that had the courage to interrupt them. “You can ask Aurora yourself. She grew up with Scarlett in Easthaven. They made her into a slave, forced her into serving them. But she’s a survivor of the war with Ashburne. Aurora was just telling me this morning about how Scarlett was one of the worst offenders of her abuse.”

He took a breath, then added, softer, “And useful is underrated.” Valentina’s smile sharpened. She climbed the ladder he’d left open and answered his softness with a mock vulnerability, the kind that made men lean in close. “Is that how you see me? Useful?” “You look better when you’re dangerous,” he said, a confession folded into a command. “Danger suits you.” For a breath, something like approval slipped through—quick as lightning and just as lethal. Valentina’s pulse tripped, then steadied. She answered with a tilt of her glass, letting the amber liquid glow between them. “Danger is fashionable this season.”

“Yet she still flinches.” Zara turned slowly as Victor Vale stepped into view. Immaculate. Poised. Deadly. His obsidian suit clung like shadow. A silver tie pin in the shape of a fang gleamed at his throat. His smile was razor-thin. Victor Vale. Brother. Challenger. Viper in a tailored coat. “Little brother,” he said, sounding pleased, “you’ve made quite the show of things lately. Fires. Announcements. Marking ceremonies in the middle of old courts. Bold.”

The darkness of it all spilled from his lips, raw and unfiltered. When Bain finished, the room was silent for a long moment. Vulture’s eyes had narrowed, his lips drawn into a tight line. His fists were clenched at his sides, the anger radiating off him palpable. “Valeria is a monster,” Bain finished, his voice quieter than before. “But this… This is beyond anything I’ve ever faced.”

Well, every girl is the heroine of their hero. His always emotionless eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile. Taking him off guard. He took the girl out to the roof to play with rain, the same girl he was supposed to kill. The same girl who recorded and threatened him. The same girl who looks at him with utmost disgust in her innocent eyes. And it all felt like a story. A villain falling in love with an innocent heroine. And like every villain he also doesn't mind burning the whole fucking word just to have her beside him.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.