Demencia Villainous Novels & Stories

“Liked it? Oh puh-lease, that's the worst kiss I've ever had in my entire life.” “Yeah sure, that's why it took you a full minute to stop him.” Vicky said with a bored tone. “Vicky, you've always been annoying, but today, you're being really really really very very annoying.” June hissed. A glass of martini with an apple slide was pushed toward Vicky. Picking it up, she flipped her brunette hair over her shoulder smugly. “There's a disease which is spelled d-e-n-i-a-l. It's not my fault that both of my friends are suffering from it.”

When he woke, he had selective amnesia. God truly seemed to enjoy making a joke of me. Victor remembered the rules and everyone in the family, as well as that he was my stepbrother, but the only thing he forgot was us. Instead, he clung to the girl he had wanted first, a fishing-village girl named Demira. He gave up his position as underboss, surrendered every territory and business under his control, and even said he would cut ties with the family, all to break our engagement and marry Demira.

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”

Ryder cleared his throat before talking. "I don't think anything is wrong with the vampires taking their revenge. I would have done the same as well." "Ryder!" Ava exclaimed in shock. "It's okay Ryder. We aren't that petty. Nothing is happening to your sister." the queen reassured him. "Thank you." Ryder said in relief. "But memory access rituals, although they are accurate can not always be trusted" the queen advised. "Why?" Ryder asked. "Because memories can be messed with as well, vampires are capable of erasing memories. Those erased memories cannot be accessed by a memory access ritual no matter how skilled or powerful the witch might be"

“I am what I have to be. You turned against me, Ava. You chose my enemies over your husband. Over the father of your child. Now you will watch your family suffer for it.” He walked to the bar and poured himself a drink, his movements steady despite his illness. The medication had given him a temporary strength, but I could see the shadows under his eyes. The cancer was still winning. But that only made him more ruthless. A dying man with nothing to lose was the most dangerous kind. “I know about the vault,” he continued casually, as if discussing the weather. “I know you and Damien took files from beneath Manhattan. I know about the camera in our bedroom. I know everything, Ava. I have alway

She’d called him a bastard afterwards, but still! Asher called him “Big Uncle Viktor” and loved his “fake stories.” In the meantime, he stayed true to his word and helped me in any way he could to plan a break-in to Virelli’s mansion. I’d shown him Matteo’s picture and he said he knew him. I tried pushing him for more answers, but he explained that when one loses her memories by concussion or a memory-suppressing serum, a forced memory surge could lead to brain overload and possible death.

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

She sneered and said, "Natasya, don't you think that you have underestimated us? Have you assumed that my husband had been poisoned by the blood vermin that was planned by you?" Natasya was taken aback as she did not expect Valeria to know about the secret of blood vermin. Valeria continued with a mocking tone, "My heart aches for you to be caught in such a mess! Do you really think that you stand a chance against my intelligent husband? Have you been convinced that he is suffering from amnesia and struggles to remember his past? I shall share a little secret with you. My husband remembers everything clearly and was just putting on an act to gauge how far you would go judging by your shamele

I replied, and she laughed, leaning on my arm. We looked at the tablet, its contents in a Pandora’s box. One of them caught my attention: Galden Serum, Subject V, 1999. It described memory transformation, linked to Dr. Marrow’s clinic, with V.C. — Valenticia’s initials. My blood ran cold—she was a test subject child with the induced amnesia? She scowled at the screen, confused. “What’s Subject V?” she asked, voice curious. I nodded, “Must be some old Galden code,” I lied, my chest squeezing, keeping the truth from her to protect her.