Novel & Cerita Breaking A Romantic Fantasy Villain

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.

I pleaded, tears rolling down my eyes. "I am not your father, you bitch. Don't you ever call me that again. I am your Alpha. The man you took his mate away from. And you're going to pay for it. I'll never let you shift. I'll never let you find your mate," he hissed at me, his eyes holding a crazed look as he moved towards me, wolfsbane in hand. "No!" I screamed with all my might, struggling against my restraints with all I had. "Please, no, don't do this. No, no, no!"

"I lied. She's not there. I was confused." "Now you're lying." The witch looks amused. "Before, you were broken and honest. Now you're trying to protect her. Too late." The vampire leaves to arrange the capture. I slump against the wall. I broke. Three days of torture and I broke. Gave them Valentina's location. She's going to be captured because I couldn't stay strong. The witch packs up her materials. "Don't feel too bad. Everyone breaks eventually. You lasted longer than most."

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

I meet his glare head-on, my smile widening. “You think you’ve won?” he spits, his voice trembling with suppressed fury. “You’re nothing but a broken wolf without a pack, clinging to a man who will drop you the moment you’re no longer useful.” “Better broken than bitter,” I retort, my words slicing through the air like a whip. “And unlike you, Victor, I don’t need to manipulate or destroy to feel powerful. I’ve already taken everything from you that matters.” The fury in Victor’s eyes burned brighter than ever, his words drenched in venom. “I was just trying to break your spirit that day when your father took his own life…”

And the two unfamiliar figures who were burly men with a rofian look, stepped out from behind them and grabbed Aurora, pulling her up forcefully. She stood up and stared at them blankly. A tremor coursed through her body and she shivered. She knew they already had their minds made up on what they wanted to do to her. For the second time in her lifetime, she felt the tight hand of fear grip her heart. Her life flashed before her eyes within seconds. “Don’t kill me, I will give you whatever you want. Please, for old times’ sake!” She pleaded with a hoarse voice.

Ryder replied. He got up and took off his clothes and then slowly and sensually took off Ava's clothes. He kissed every inch of her skin till Ava was shaking and panting with need. Ryder knelt in between her legs, his dick stood hard and proud in between his legs. "Are you ready for me wildcat?" he asked, his voice roughened with lust. "I am ready Ryder." Ava replied He leaned down to kiss her, and then slowly he entered her. Ava whimpered from the sharp pain she felt as her hymen broke.

She had been broken, and this time, broken beyond repair. Ryder had no soul. Every promise, every word spoken in love was nothing but a means to get what he wanted. She walked into the large room filled with the lemon and lime scent of his aftershave and closed the door behind her. and grabbed a small leather bag resting on top of the sink. She opened it and found a pair of scissors he had once used to turture another werewolf. Turning, she leaned her back against the sink, and closed her eyes. This was the only way to be free. She could not bare to wake up one more day knowing she belonged to Ryder. To crave his touch when she knew she should hate him. He had successfully made her his playt

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe

Yesterday he was trash-talking Quinn to his friends, and today he's playing the victim in front of Vivian. [Hold on. The villainess already derailed the original plot. Since he couldn't save the damsel in distress, he's trying a different way to win the female lead over.] As he spoke, Nathan slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Several shocking red marks on the inside of his forearm were exposed beneath the light. "Her moods change without warning. In her eyes, everyone around her is just an outlet for her anger." I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed.