Romans & histoires El Villano Del Destino

All in all, it has been over five years, but we call each other and we have been living like that. Even though I try to keep myself low-key and erase the traces of the bastard in my life, no myth can change my mind about the fact that Theodore Andrews is the villain bound to threaten my existence. I wouldn't mind smashing his head on a rocky surface any day I mysteriously meet him. I will be glad to watch his downfall, but I will keep all that in my dream until karma decides to resurrect.

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.

The body guard answered trembling. "Just get out" William yelled furiously, he banged the table loudly. "Yes, My Lord" The guard trembled out, thanking his stars that he wasn't killed. "Rubbish" William yelled, drinking the third bottle of the vodka, "I promise my self, if I get hold of her I will kill her myself.

Together, we cleaved through the wall of shadows, each strike punctuated with Simon’s curses. He encountered us amidst a surge of dark energy, with his eyes radiating a crimson glow. "You can not stop destiny!" he exclaimed, engaging in a clash against Andres' blade with a resounding impact. “Destiny?” I snarled, flinging a burst of moonfire that scorched his chest. “You don’t control destiny. You manipulate people, destroy the good and tonight that ends here.” His hand shot out, seizing my throat, lifting me off my feet. I gasped, silver fire flickering under his crushing grip. “You’re nothing, Valentina,” Simon spat, his breath rancid. “A scarred, useless—”

I asked, trying to sound casual, I failed, but Vlad went on, staring at the walls like he could see his own future, like he could see himself on the imaginary throne, rulling the world. "No, that is not an option, but I do need to capture the white wolf." "So you are a bitter villain; this is all for some kind of payback?" "No, little wolf, this is my destiny; you sound so brave, but your very own heart gives you away. Such a shame that you betray your own kind to work for me." It was no surprise that he knew; of course he would know I was not bitten. Maybe I should take off the contact lenses, but again, I still needed my disguise.

Augustus was quick enough to block her way and make her stumble back. Valerina was shocked knowing how fast he travelled from his place. He grabbed her arms before she falls down. "What do you want from me?" She sobbed. "Please stop crying... I can't see tears in your eyes. You have cried enough." She flinched when he wiped her tears. "You are my mate, Valerina... I am here to win your love... You have reborn as my mate..." "Reborn?" She frowned. "You died in your previous life, I couldn't save you from my enemies... Destiny has given me a second chance..."

I had imagined my death many times, but I never would have guessed it would be in the hands of him. Blonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality. Andre Castillo- member of the Malvado.

“Reach out to Gianna Vitale.Tell her the time may be right to strike an old enemy. She’s been waiting for a crack in the Moretti wall for years, and now the golden opportunity has finally arrived.” Vescari raised an eyebrow. “You’re bringing her in?” Dante grinned like a maniac. “The enemy of my enemy, Lucho. For now, we’re aligned. Once the Morettis are gone, I’ll deal with Gianna too.” When Lucho finally exited the office to carry out his boss's tasks, Dante poured himself another glass of wine and went back to the window.” “I waited a lifetime for this moment...for a chance to bring my enemies to their knees, for a chance to avenge all the injustice suffered by my family.”

Our top priority is stopping Arrigo, a rogue Italian mafia who sided with this rapidly growing group led by Sol, who claims to pilot the rise of the new Spanish mafia. “I can fight,” Viviana said while I was getting dressed. There was nothing that could prepare me for her. Every moment we share blows me away in more ways than one. I was confident that I’d step out of this place, leaving my heart behind, but she surprised me yet again with her outlook on life.

No one dared to point the finger at the woman who stood beside him, without the fear of it being ripped. “Don Vitalli, this is my beautiful fiancée, Miss Crystal Volkov,” Valentine replied calmly as if it is the most natural thing. As if he hasn’t just said that a Volkov was present among the mob of bloodthirsty beasts. As if the daughter of their biggest enemy isn’t breathing the same air as them. Shock engulfed them and hatred filled their eyes watching the daughter of the man who destroyed their families. But still, no one dared to open their mouth fearing the consequences. What was this? Don Romero’s another conceit or defeat? Has he forgotten the past and became greedy for power erasing