Fated Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

He winked. He smirked. "As a matter of fact, I did run into some of them." "As usual." Adrian chuckled. "What did you do?" "Nothing." He answered. "They couldn't do anything, they know I'm on holiday." "You have haters?" I frowned. "I mean in the agency." He turned to me, a slight smile on his lips. "Pretenders. They act as your friends and supporters but behind you, they're planning your downfall. I call them haters."

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.

“He will, if he finds a way for you to become a valuable pawn for his cause. You can become his bargaining chip to exert control over the Peacemakers or something like that.” “Surely he won’t go that far. I… I am still his fated mate.” But even as I said it, I held little confidence. “And he is Gallahan Wick, Willa. We know what he has done. He has killed many and tortured plenty. His reputation and his actions speak for himself. He will and he can stoop low.”

The task force settled into their assigned tables, keeping the appearance of cooperation alive. But Jace remained quiet. Watching.Feeling. Slowly realizing something he hadn’t been ready to admit, not even to himself. This wasn’t just a bond with Mira anymore. It had never just been that. The ache in his chest wasn’t just for her. The curiosity he felt around Rhett wasn’t just strategic. It wasn’t even physical. It was tethered to something old. Fated. Coiled around instinct and identity. The gods had a cruel sense of timing and an even crueler sense of humor.

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.

Tiny asked inquisitively, wondering what could have possibly happened between them. "It was before the pack split and the old alpha died that we took a vampire in, and he seemed trustworthy at first, but then everything changed when we fought with other packs, and they knew our battle plans somehow. It was during one of the skirmishes that I lost my other mate. Shortly after I kept noticing he was missing after we discussed battle plans so one day, I followed him. I had found out he was the traitor giving away information. So, you see tiny he is a bad rogue, and you cannot trust him.

Jayce reached over, turning off the light and leaned back against the board, rubbing her arm slowly. "Who are the other Supernatural leaders?" Lily whispered. "Dante Iscariot, he's the original Vampire." Jayce said with distaste, "He's been around since Christ was crucified." "Wait, Iscariot? Isn't that the same last name as Judas?" she asked him. "It is." he put up a finger, "It is written that he was an only child," Jayce shrugged, "which also means Dante's existence was hidden from humanity for obvious reasons."

It was already bad enough Kalus the drug lord, Kaden the assassin, and Lylia the Vixen where residing there. They where the three biggest evils in all of the four kingdoms on this continent. Kalus was the biggest slum when it came to buisness. If he didn't like the way you looked, spoke, or acted, he had no problem killing you just for pleasure. He was seen as merciless and dangerous, and his many loyal followers where just as insane. He earned the title Over Lord of the Damned because he has many lives under his belt.

One tried to kill Beth and another beat his wife and nearly beat his daughter. "You're going to be a great parent Shawn," Abbigail chokes quietly and tears roll down my cheeks. "We've just had some bad luck."