Fated Villain Novels & Stories

“You tell me where these three went and I will let you live.” I hear my men leave the building and stand behind me quietly, waiting for my command. Several of the rogues step backwards, realizing that they are outnumbered. The main rogue foolishly refuses to back down. “Why would we give them up when we have been promised much more than you could ever give us?” “What exactly have you been promised?” I can hear the irritation rising in my voice. “We heard that Luna of yours can see the future. That could be very valuable…” but before he could finish I reach out plunge my hand into his chest and grip his heart. His eyes are wide with shock as he looks from my face to my hand sitting in his che

"She took the bullet for you yet again!" I placed my hands on his and looked into his piercing hazel eyes that were starting to change into the ocean blue. "She is the one for me. It was why she was reborn again! No matter how you try to harm me, Marcellus, she will always come to my rescue because she is my fated mate! " "And you don't deserve any!" Marcel shouted and tried to punch me in the face but I avoided it and it landed beside me on the wall. "You should die for everything you are doing!"

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

The pain that brings them to a state of emergency, that allowed them to see the life they had lived, wishing somehow they could retrieve that life back, they they had not lost their lives to his hands. He not only sought it, he wanted to taste it. How wanted to taste their pain, their regrets for it was delicious knowing with all of those pain they would still die… in his hands. He knew he didn't need it, he just needed to feel it, 'cause it's all in his mind. He's a fiend. The figure was the child of a Fóix after all. They called him the spoilt spawn of terror. Son of Raymond Lé Fóix- The great villain of the Fóix Duchy.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

“We let him think he’s ahead. Let him build his alliances, his empire. And when he’s at his peak, we bring it all crashing down.” Keith grins, following me out of the room. “Classic Zack.” “Always,” I reply. Marcellus might be ambitious, but ambition without caution is a death sentence.

You could have cost us our fated! A sinking feeling sat within my belly. I hoped my wolf was wrong. I would need to process all the information I had learned. I knew that. Ignoring it was never going to help. All this had taught me that. But, first we needed to fix this. I could not lose Seren. Not now. Not after everything. Like they say, the Moon Goddess chooses a fated mate for a reason. I cannot simply let mine slip away...

she snarled at me. “Does that mean you’re forcing me into getting mated to someone I don’t know about?” I questioned her with a shaky voice. “If that is what you classify it as then so be it,” she replied me without any feeling of guilt. “I thought the moon goddess blessed me with the best mother, i never knew that I was blessed or should I say cursed with a selfish werewolf as my mother.” “I know very well that those pity story of yours was formed by you, none of them are real but you choose to brain wash me with it so that I can feel pity and get mated to a total stranger.” I said as tears fall freely from

There was something familiar, he had a distinctive tattoo—a coiled serpent, it's fange bared. " The Volkovs." She whispered under her breath. "She's working with them." Cinthye drew a shaky breath. She had seen that marks before, those were in the files she looked into. They were the rival syndicates. Damien's enemies! It was the clan of Volkov, the most ruthless and bloodthirsty mafia clan in the city. The only one strong enough to go against him. The Voss's sworn enemies. "She's not just working with them." Damien declared. "She's plotting with them. To disarm me, to seize control of your family's remaining assets and to ensure that you." Damien stared at her. "My wife will be left with no

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.