Every Villain Is Lemons Shirt Novels & Stories

I started, "You along with Vladimir and some other men who are now dead, killed Elizabeth and Robert Romano. Am I right?" His eyes widened before he shook his head instantly. "I don't know where you heard that but that's not true!!" I shot him in his right arm, making him scream in pain. "Don't lie to me." I hissed before asking again, "Were you there or not?" "I w-w-as." He stuttered. "Do you know who killed Lewis, Logan and the others?" I asked, tilting my head to the side so that I could take a look at his tattoo, showing on his neck. It was a dragon tattoo, showing that he was part of the Russian Mafia.

He had laughed enough and leaned on the sink, his body was already long and thin, and this posture made him look more like some kind of soft cold-blooded animal - a snake. "I don't know you, so why should I tell you? Shouldn't you get to know me before you ask me if I know anyone else?" As expected, this man's temper was as odd as his appearance. I suppressed my weirdness and asked, "May I know you, please?" "Of course." "My, my name is Leila..." I said my name and regretted it. I shouldn't have said my real name. "Leila, that sounds like a girl's name. This Sin Pack is full of vicious criminals, and they are not to be messed with. It's rare that a wimpy, weak CHICKEN like you comes in, you'

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

“Alright. Everyone ready?” Vincent asked. We were just now pulling up. Ethan, Vincent and I were in the back of the limo. The white blouse dad got me was more low cut than I liked. My cleavage was on displayed but I guess it would still be considered work appropriate in some places. The pencil skirt hugged everything a little too much. However, it was the red bottom shoes that made me hate the outfit the most. I felt like I was in a slutty Halloween business costume.

Liam roared… Tell me what…. This is how villains are made….

Bram declares, peeling off his tank top and flinging it to the ground. He’s got concrete blocks for abs and a pelt like a bearskin rug. I can’t believe I let him in my pants. I was so easy. All it took was him dropping by the laundry, applying some light pressure, and I let him punch my V card in the utility closet. I try not to beat myself up about it, though. I was eighteen, Alec was with Isla Sinclair, and loneliness is a mindfuck. “The waterfall is played out,” Leith scoffs, shucking his shirt, puffing his ripped and waxed chest. “I say Tall Pines Lake.”

Xiomar was dressed in his usual black colours, while Emilo wore the tightest pair of leather pants I have seen, with a vest that was unbuttoned, his scars making his skin beautiful. He whistles as he sees me, making his brothers turn. “Fuck, Lyla,”Achilles says, heat blazing in his eyes. Even Xiomar couldn't disguise his reaction well, eating me up just as I wanted them to. “Do I look good boys,” I say, spinning around. I wore a pair of cheetah print bum shorts,a white baby tee crop top that pushed by boobs so high, I could suck on them. After putting my hair into two braided pigtails and the dark red lips I favoured for when I felt raunchy,I knew I looked hot.

A man in a flashy Versace shirt glasses sat on a sofa, peeling an apple with a switchblade. Viktor. An internationally notorious arms dealer for the Russian Bratva, and the maddest dog in Moscow. He played the part of a playboy, but everyone knew his methods were crueler than anyone's. "You saved me?" My voice was raspy, like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel.

Nora clocked it. [@SpiceShelf: Take out Crimson Vow. I need to see the heir short-circuit.] [@MafiaMutt: Shirtless Damian behind that door? Paywall energy.] I admitted it. I had a mean streak. I took out the lipstick, clicked the cap loose, and pretended to study the last page of the file. Then I let the tube roll slowly between my fingers. The lounge door swung open so fast it nearly hit the wall. Damian stood there in nothing but dark trousers. His shirt was gone, leaving broad shoulders, a lean waist, and an old pale scar under his ribs on full display. He looked dangerous, half dressed, and much less composed than he wanted to be.

His friend, Vincent, was grinning at him while swirling a glass of white wine. "Shut up," Liam said grumpily, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He didn't even touch his steak. "Seriously, Liam, how is the little dare going?" asked Thanos, another friend sitting next to Vincent, leaning forward with a curious smile. "Can you still handle playing the role of a poor guy from the slums? Or are you finally ready to give up and come back to your real life?"