Breaking A Romantic Fantasy Villain Novels & Stories

He arches his brow in mocked curiosity. I hate his stupid arrogance! "You don't get it, do you?" I ask, stepping forward. "This whole thing—abducting her, forging a marriage certificate, calling her even after she's said no—it's not romantic; it's pathetic. You're pathetic." He tilts his head, smiling faintly. "You walk in like a fucking heroine in heels, with anger in your eyes, ready to slay this villain"—his gaze sweeps over me—"but all I see is a girl who desperately wants to be sure she’s not wrong about me."

His expression turned ice-cold, deadly, and Nikita’s eyes widened in pure horror, like she’d finally seen the monster she’d poked. Nikita’s struggles slowed, her kicks turning feeble as her eyes rolled back. A wicked thrill sparks inside me. She has no idea who she’s dealing with. Bold of her to think she could threaten him with that rubbish. If only she knew that threatening Valentino Romano is the same as signing your death warrant. I watched, heart pounding, as she began to fade in his grip, nails slipping off his wrist, and her body going limp. “You think you can control me with a piece of metal?” Valentino snarled, his voice so deep it vibrated through the entire castle.

My world stops, freezes, time suspends its sway, Rose Vixen, my ex-wife, thought dead, stands before me today. Alive, radiant, with Roman by her side, My brother, my heart's turmoil, cannot hide. Sapphire's gasp echoes my shock and dismay, My mind reels, disbelieving, what's happening today? "Vixen?" I stutter, incredulous, lost for words, Rose's eyes lock onto mine, cold, hard, unyielding, no love's birds. A spark of recognition flickers in her gaze, But no warmth, no love, only contempt's dark haze.

After Aquila died, I’ve never been able to properly love again. Although, I had set my eyes on Khan. Khan had such power in his speech and mannerisms. We, the West pack, have conquered and dominated much, if not all, of the West, including the town, thanks to his leadership. I wondered if I had a chance with him. I have only spoken to him three times and they were all reports about hunts. If only we could have a proper conversation alone. I’ve witnessed him transform into a beautiful grey wolf and under the grace of the full moon, his fur glows. Khan in his normal man form, he was what I believed would be classified as perfect. I fancied him but something just kept me away from him. Aquila w

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

“But if now the male lead hears the word 'love' from his mouth, am I a female villain? Am I joking with the male lead's feelings? Although I like villains, there are times when I don't like to get too involved in troublesome things like this. I just want to return to the real world as soon as possible. Next to someone who doesn't love you or just has a little feeling, then it feels strange to change. On the contrary, my heart is not in him, the more I move forward, the more uncomfortable I feel even though I know something like this will happen, but I can't predict it... What if... What if time made me forget Theodore Mark and make me like the male lead so I'll end up hurting in the end?" "Y

Declan, the Alpha heir of the Nighthowl Pack and my arranged mate, proposed to me right after donating his Alpha marrow to his childhood sweetheart. In my past life, I said yes out of love and for the sake of our pack alliance. But after we mated, the weight of two territories fell entirely on my shoulders. Losing that marrow broke Declan’s inner wolf. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t shift. He couldn’t even give me a strong heir. I had to run the crystal mines while fighting off rogues for him. Before I even turned forty, I dropped dead. Utterly drained. Worked to death. And Declan? He comfortably took all the territory resources I had bled for and marked his little sweetheart. They lived hap

Raven was still shaking uncontrollably in Damien’s arms on the leather couch, her body limp and leaking from every hole, when he decided it wasn’t enough. The rage and possessive terror from the gangbang threat had ignited something feral and unrelenting inside him. He needed to break her completely to shatter every last fragment of resistance or fear and remake her entirely as his.

I sat there a long time, I watched the students as they passed through the parking lot and I knew my current plan—run away every time Riley got close—wasn’t working because it just made him more curious and more determined to chase me. If I wanted to get into his home and find the right moment to kill him, I would not be able to do it while fighting the bond; I had to stop fighting, and I had to start leaning into it, and that meant that Fantine Lennox was about to become the most loyal, lovestruck mate that he’d ever seen. I started the car and headed toward the team dorm, and I was already brainstorming ways to make him think I had finally broken, because the only way to get a predator to

She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!" I scratch my head, "Er..." The male lead has a strange fetish, where he enjoys inflicting pain on others. The female lead falls for his disputable traits anyways. The relationship was preposterous to begin with! I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book!