Cursed Villainess Obsession Novels & Stories

Jeremy and Lena were already at the bottom stair, Lena was astonished at how they got there so fast, her legs were a few inches from the ground. Lena looked up at Jeremy and he immediately knew what she wanted, he placed her down slowly and gently. As soon as Lena got her footing, she glared at the woman who spoke. She was the same woman who had asked who she was when they first arrived. “We all know the Supreme Alpha was cursed by the moon goddess after rejecting his Mate. She made him Mateless!!.” The woman rored like she was bitter. “Camille !!.” A man yelled from the crowd as he pushed his way to the front.

said Wilson who was finding it hard to not to wring this woman's neck , if only he had a mana matching her's " surely , there is no need to degrade yourself in such a way and didn't you want to marry the Crown Prince? why don't you abstain ?" " Wilson , darling " said Jezebel as she touched her face in the mirror quite happy with the youthful look " Tenebris is the lord of crime , lust and taboo , everything that Etah condemns . By drowning myself in lust and enjoying my life instead of whining and getting angry about your and that old woman's failure , am I not showing my decency where am I degrading myself ? " Her tone changed from soft pitch to a dual evil tone , and when she turned aroun

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Even now, the memory made him sick. He had been waiting, desperate, for Ishaan to show up so he could explain, to beg for understanding— But Ishaan had tried to kill him instead. That was when Ohas had vowed revenge. He had followed Ayaan’s words, seeking the pendant. That was when he had learned the truth. The Cursed did not simply roam the outskirts of Kal’Raksha. They fed on blood. Ohas had found the pendant—only to lose it. Now, the longer he stayed away from it, the weaker he became.

Breaking the chilling silence he leaned his face closer to her using his low threatening tone. "When Sebastian Wayne wants something he gets it. Either by hook or crook. You will be mine and trust me even your God can't save you from me." She gritted her teeth giving a tug over his shoulder this time harder than before scrunching her face in disgust. Sebastian finally let her go causing her to stumble back. She hastily rubbed her arms and she was sure his grip will definitely leave marks, Sebastian stared at her with his psychotic gaze trying nothing to hide the desperation and obstinacy from them.

Rose waited beside Dominic, holding to his hands tightly as he was still unconscious in the bed. She recalled the monster she had seen from behind Dominic. The Fallen, the curse that was after him, wants his life. She wondered who could bore such hatred to Lady Catherine that they would put her a curse that was worse beyond death? She first laid out the possible suspect, thinking that it must be someone who had felt greatly hurt by lady Catherine to the point where the hatred had turned into resentment.

She looks like my sister's age but her maturity does not reflect on her appearance. My sister is just like her as well but a bit retarded because he was obsessed with the band of Peter. "What is it?" "My brother is a playboy. He loves women who beg on her knees and then fuck her after," she took a deep breath and then looked at me. "I know you have spent the night with him." "Excuse me but your point is?" "You should be careful touching the veins of the rose that is full of hidden thorns." What is she saying? I looked at her with so many questions running through my small head. "I am not associating myself with him."

The obsession ran deeper than survival now. "You think this is just about the curse?" I stood slowly, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I'm obsessed with her, Raymond. Every breath she takes, every defiant glare, every curse she hurls at me – it all belongs to me. No one will take her away from me in this life or the next." "You're insane," Raymond backed away slightly, recognizing the feral look in my eyes. "Perhaps," I agreed with a cold smile. "But she's still mine. Don't think about her at all, Raymond. Whatever feelings you might have harbored for 'Lance' or Antalya – bury them. You'll never have her. Not while I draw breath."

“Answer me, Vince.” “How could you be so nonchalant at this moment, Serene?” “And whoever gave you permission to be casual with me? Serenity is a cruel woman. That’s what Vince came to learn about his once childhood friend, and now boss, who pushed him around whenever she liked. She doesn’t care about him in the least. Or so he thinks. Because to Serenity, her obsession with Vince is the only thing that brings excitement to her dull life. Even when she’s always face to face with death, she finds it oh-so-boring.