Demencia Villainous Novels & Stories

I turned around to stare directly into his eyes, which looked cryptic under the dim light. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not Annika Summers. I am Vivian Cunningham, your wife. Remember?" I said sarcastically before running out of the closet. I did my best to hold back my tears and not cry in front of him, but my emotional armor shattered as soon as I rushed into the room and locked myself inside. It was just a mistake, a drunken mistake. Nothing else. What did I expect? Of course, he's still in love with his little bird. Of course, he didn't want me.

“Then call his room and tell him his cousin Isadora wants to talk to him.” The woman did just that, nodding as she spoke into the phone. “All right, Mr. Vitiello.” She hung up and smiled politely at me. “The presidential suite on the thirtieth floor.” I headed toward the elevators. Elia shook his head as he stalked after me. “He probably thinks it’s a trap and awaits with blazing guns. Luca is the most distrustful man I know, and for good reason.” “Well, he won’t shoot a pregnant woman. And he knows me, so calm down.”

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

It smelled faintly like the sickly sweet smell of wolf's bane, but at the same time, it burned my nose and throat. "So, my rebellious pet awakens." I turn slowly towards the voice that's been the main contributor to this never-ending nightmare that's become my life. Marren slowly comes into focus and he looks none too happy. His usually cold green eyes now swirl with anger and a strange hunger. His blood lust is coming off of him in such heavy waves I feel nothing but fear. Suffocating fear. I want to pass out from the nerves but, for some reason, my mind is buzzing.

' Damien mindlinked instead to avoid Ellen from hearing him,he blocked her off. Victor bowed his head to him and slowly faced the door. Ellen felt her heart skip at the sight of Victor, the memory of what he did to her in her previous life seems to be clearly imprinted in her mind. She can't help but be afraid of him. This was not the matter of having an Alpha blood in her but it's about her traumatic previous life experience. Ellen noticed the weirdness in Victor's behavior, she knew that Damien mindlinked to him. "What did you tell him?

This incident had created notion never to rely on your own shadow in the mafia world. "Whatever, don't forget we have an upcoming meeting with Albert, most probably next month." Damien reminded before he rose up and slips a hand inside his custom-made pant pocket. "I hope he brings his wife in the meeting." Saying he winks and a burst of laughter echoes inside the room from all three of them. "Wait a second..." Damien pauses, his face held seriousness before surprisingly blurting, "that new maid, she looks somewhat similar with Albert's wife." "Ahhh.... Not again." Ivan threw his head looking up at the ceiling in frustration.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

I could still recall the force behind every thrust, the way he had stolen the air from my lungs until thinking became impossible. And yes. I hadn't walked properly for days afterward. My fingers tightened around my cup immediately. Nope. Absolutely not going there. Unfortunately, my brain had already betrayed me. The memory replayed anyway, dragging heat low into my stomach and settling between my legs. Shit. "So," Valeria said brightly, "Are we done talking about marital bullshit, or are we ready to go do something reckless?"

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.