Ek Villain Novels & Stories

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

The man yelp angrily kicking her towards the others. " Are you okay?" Becky asked worriedly, she was quite worried that the skinny little girl, may died of hit once more time. Nana painful grit her teeth. It was almost like men in this F world one, don't know how to treat a lady gentle. System notification: ( Name: Christopher Zelda Age:??? Setting: Counter fodder Character: Vile and evil. He the father of the emperor and General Adam and also your grandfather.) Nana almost burst in laughter. The villainess grandfather was a human trafficker... Wasn't this world getting confusing by every minute.

child was the one who killed him when got the information about the father's evil deeds. As a being who had stayed with a lot of people, the child understood the pain and suffering an individual goes through. Even though, they are both ruthless, they are all kind and caring to the innocent. That, I have witnessed it and I know that some of the mafia leaders in other nations have witnessed too. If you are both watching this, kindly, save us from the evil people. Let's work together to make sure their is enough security for our innocent children, women and also the families with are been broken by them. I will be waiting for your arrival." "We have all been witnessing what has been going on i

Viktor’s expression didn’t change — but something cold flickered behind his eyes. “Oh, I hope he does.” Elena swallowed the wave of fear rising in her throat. Do not give him fear. Do not give him tears. She straightened in the chair as much as she could. “This isn’t about me.” “Everything is about you,” Viktor corrected softly. “You just don’t understand how much.” He stood and began pacing slowly in front of her. “Do you know how long I’ve studied him?” he continued. “Adrien D’Angelo. The ghost of the underworld. Untouchable. Unbreakable.”

I continued, looking up into his dark eyes, "she doesn't just get the Cavallo empire back. She gets the names of every undercover federal agent, every corrupted politician, and every hidden asset belonging to the Valentis and the Romanos. She becomes entirely untouchable. She won't just lead the families; she’ll own them." "Then we don't hand it to her," Enzo said, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly calm register as he pulled his heavy sidearm from its holster, checking the action with a smooth, practiced snick-click. "We use it as a lure. She wants the keys to the kingdom? I’m going to give her a funeral instead." The Logistics of the Ghost Fleet

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.

She has my mouth. Everything else belongs to the Hollow. Blood-red shot through with molten gold and piercing teal, edged in obsidian that swallows the light around it. Her fins are sharp enough to cut coral. Her tail is longer than the one I was born with by an arm's length. Her scales are the color of a reef on fire. And behind her — *behind* the woman who is supposed to be me, in the dark of the obsidian where the reflection has nothing else to reflect — another face is there.

The silver collar at her throat felt light, integrated into the warmth of their shared skin. "Julian," she murmured, her voice a soft, satisfied rasp. "You have to tell me now. What did Eleanor say?" Julian went rigid, the warmth of the release instantly evaporating from his veins. He looked up at the ceiling, the iron key at his hip cold against his skin. He reached down, his thumb tracing her lower lip before his eyes met hers, filled with a terrifying, absolute clarity. "My father didn't build the Vultures, Elena," Julian said, his voice a flat, dead line. "He stole them. He killed the first President. A man named Arthur Vance. A dock worker."

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?