Fire Villain Novels & Stories

off her. After that he remembered how he stalks her every day. It was quite odd for him, for a Mafia boss to do such thing, but he couldn't help it.He remembered how frightened she was when she realized she was being kidnapped. How her eyes widened when he'll get too close to her. Or how her form started trembling when he'll touch her.Each and every memory he shared with her either sweet or bitter crossed his mind and a tear fell down from his eye when he remembered his words which he said to her while assaulting her.*OH! FUCK CHLOE! I LOVE YOU.* He had said.A sad smile formed on his lips by realizing how sardonic his situation is. He confessed his purest feelings to her while defiling her.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

The ride home was icily silent. Vlad allowed her to brood without comment or touch. Though she had been a cop for ten years, she wasn't used to seeing such brutality from a person with whom she was emotionally involved. Jane stifled a bitter laugh. She never got emotionally involved with anyone, so her entire fucked up relationship with Vladimir Sitnikov was a novelty. If pressed, she couldn't even begin to describe her own feelings toward the tall, dark mob boss. Fear. Lust. Hate.

He walked out of the vault into the night desert, the stars above cold and indifferent. Valeria hadn’t just crossed a line. She had set fire to the world around it. He lit a cigar with shaking hands. Not out of need. But fury. “We burn every one of these,” he said to Viktor. “Every facility. Every buyer. Every shipment. No one gets away.” “And Valeria?” Viktor asked. Bain looked into the fire they’d lit. “She doesn’t get to die easy, Petrov was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that came before a storm that didn’t stop until it left blood in its wake.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

The moment Fishey even thought about shooting him, Windfall could already sense it. His instinct told him there was danger around, and it was the kind that was lethal. If it were just a small threat, Windfall wouldn't be yelling so loudly. That went against his majestic demeanor. But for the sake of his life, dignity and all that could be tossed aside. They became trivial things. "Shoot that hill over there," Victor said to Fishey, looking at a small hill not too far from the coast. "Okay!" Fishey sounded very confident.

“Get the car. We’re paying Vincenzo a visit. Word is Alfred Lancaster’s planning his release.” The ride was quiet, heavy. Memories rose unbidden, sharp and dark. Flashback He remembered the first time Vincenzo walked into La Fiamma, eyes wild, pretending to make peace. They had worked together, ate and drank Then, boom. A gunshot. The burning sting in his side. Killian dropped to his knees, betrayed by his own brother. “Who sent you?” he’d gasped. But Vincenzo had only laughed like a lunatic, eyes manic, refusing to say a name.

Ryden only remembered about fooling around with Damon, and forgot about something very important — Damon was a human, he was from this world, he would die and that would be the end for him, not realizing that it would mean heartbreak for him. Ryden spent 75 years in his first world, although he did little, the protagonist dug his own grave, he still continued to pass along company secrets to Ace Hood, the CEO of the rival company of Raiden, he was the boyfriend of Katsuro before he became a spy for him and why he worked so hard to gain Raiden's trust, but because of the halo, the protagonists got together, and the original boyfriend becomes the second male lead. After the attempted kidnappin