Novel & Cerita Breaking A Romantic Fantasy Villain

"—is an insult. You're supposed to be violating her. Taking what isn't yours. And she's supposed to resist." Dante grabbed the leash attached to her collar. Yanked it hard. She choked. "When you break—IF you break—that willing submission is mine. The soft touches. The gentle kisses. The lovemaking." He released the leash. "Not his. Never his. MINE." He returned to his chair. Refilled his whiskey. "Start over," he commanded. "And this time, Novalee, you fight. You scream. You resist. Or I end this right now and put a bullet in Atlas's head. Right here. Right now. Make you watch him die."

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

“The one where Caelum is the villain. Where Dante hid secrets from her. Where I was cast out and made to suffer for loving him.” She paced slowly, her voice rising. “Caelum faked his death, abandoned his family, and now he wants Emilia to call him father? No. I will break her loyalty to them.” Victor’s gaze was hard. “And Dante?” “Soon, Dante will be nothing but a shadow.” Tristan’s lips twisted. “If you break her completely, she won’t be yours.” Lenora’s smile turned sharp. “I don’t need her love. I need her submission.”

He broke the Blood Moon vow just to secure the support of the Bloodfang pack. He had never loved me. He only wanted control and power. And I was just a tool. One that had served its purpose and was now discarded. Liam had been right. I had blinded myself with the illusion I created. Seven years of devotion, and I still hadn't seen the truth. I gazed at Damian, stunned, yet somewhere in the depths of my heart, a final spark of hope flared. He might not care about me, but he couldn't abandon his pup.

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

Played me like I was some stepping stone in her revenge fantasy. A fool that I was, had given her everything she needed to destroy me. A memory seared sharp: her hand on my chest, her voice whispering, “I trust you.” Lies. I trusted her. The ache in my chest threatened to break me in half, but I refused to crumble. Not for her. Not for anyone. If Amara thought she could gut me and walk away with her vengeance intact, she didn’t know me at all. Because Damien Cole didn’t lose.

"So all of this was a lie? The dinner, kisses, flowers? I was a pawn in some game?" He stood, pulling me to him despite my resistance. "On the contrary, baby girl, I am the pawn. The collateral damage in your love game with Sayge. But I don't mind; I just want you to be happy, even if it's with him. Plus, I can't refuse Mama Charlotte anything, even at the expense of my own happiness. I can decide to take advantage of this rift between you two and have you all to myself, and heaven knows I am tempted to, but I won't." He laid his forehead on mine.

What kind of love uses rope to keep you close? Maybe I saw him through rose-tinted glasses. I ignored all the red flags, warning signs, and weird family dynamics because I was newly divorced and desperate for help getting revenge on Martin and his mistress. People always talk about villains as if you can spot them in a crowd. But the truth is, the worst ones are the ones who believe they are doing the right thing—the ones who call it love when it’s really control. And that’s what William is to me now—a man with good intentions and dangerous capabilities.

He assured again. Right, Alex is the villain of the book. She must have forgotten cause he is locked up as Elijah said. All these made sense but deep down, her heart was still disagreeing with what he said. What is happening to her? Why did she suddenly feel bad when he said the villain have being locked away? She had many unending questions that would never be answered cause she was the only one who has the answer. "Very well then. I apologize for distracting your meeting. You can go on." She said warmly and left the room.

"You never really cared about me in the first place, you just used me as one of your tools for revenge, right Psyche?" a sad torn broken man said in front of the lady who was drinking wine inside the library of the Killford dukedom. Instead of answering, the Lady just smirked at the man's reflection from the large window she's facing while the man faced her long backless dress making him see her pale body. "Shouldn't you worry more about your fiancée than just a mere stranger like me?" Psyche had finally said sighing as she faced the guy who's so gorgeous