Breaking A Romantic Fantasy Villain Novels & Stories

"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.

“No. It means you’re already a target. He’ll use you to get to me. Or he’ll kill you to break me.” Her pulse thudded, her smile cracking. “So I’m bait. That’s all I am.” “Not bait,” Dante said softly, his eyes burning into hers. “The crack in the war. The first shatter.” The words landed heavy, heavier than his grip, heavier than the bruises at her throat. For a moment, Valentina’s mask splintered — fear flashing raw in her eyes before she forced the crimson smile back. “Then maybe you should worry less about caging me,” she whispered, “and more about how I might cut you when I break.”

"Thank goodness you know; you will only see such a man in your dream, not in my empire…. If by any chance you meet a Prince Charming in my empire… I will kill him…. You are mine until I say it’s over…. Until I say no…. For now, no Prince Charming, just Villain… I’m a villain to your story…. Your worst nightmare…. You can be my hero, You acted like my hero, when you save me from Gutan….. I’m not your hero… I’m your villain…. A hero will sacrifice you to save the world… but I will sacrifice the world to save you if I don’t want you out of my life…" "I won’t let go of you; if I see you with another man, I will kill the man and kill you…," he whispered dangerously…. Aurora chuckled, laughing out

I clung to him, whispering brokenly against his chest, “I’m yours… only yours, Daddy. He never existed.” Victor kissed me deeply, possessively, his hand resting on my lower belly where his seed still leaked from my well-used pussy. “The vow is truly broken now,” he murmured, his tone smooth, dark, and utterly composed. “You belong to me. Forever.” Outside, the sun rose fully on the woods. Inside, the final fantasy had consumed us both in the darkest, most delicious revenge imaginable. I never returned to my old life. Victor made sure of it. And in the years that followed, the devastatingly attractive silver-fox actor and his eternally ruined captive bride built a new, twisted dynasty—one bor

Without a warning his hands came around the back of my neck pulling me back and making me look at him, my skin turned on fire where his hands were touching me and the fire spread through my whole body. His lips twitched, eyes darkened and he spoke in his hateful bossy tone"If I kiss you, you'll be part of my hell. I'll ruin you in ways you could never imagine. I am not the hero you have taken me as, I'm the villain who'll burn everything just to make sure what's mine is safe. I'm not a gentleman Miss Vitalio," I wanted to ask him to ruin me the way he wants to, I wanted to ask him to burn me in his fire but the voice never came out of my throat. I felt life leaving my body. My vision was haz

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.

I only caught bits and pieces. "So she sold herself for money?" "This is brutal. He waited until midnight just to see his girlfriend come out with another man." "That filthy bitch. Can we strike her already?" "This couldn't have been the first time. He got cheated on and still waited. How miserable!" "I want Annabeth Leavitt to be struck to death right now!" I stared at the screen, momentarily frozen, and my eyes began to sting. The pressure coming from the court made it hard to breathe. I braced myself, barely managing to stay seated.

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 returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.