Flug Villainous Novels & Stories

It’s indistinguishable from the stench Darklings possess. I want to part my lips to speak when he brings a hand to hold my face coldly. I wince from the pain fueling the wicked pounds in my head and he growls into my face, “Try to act funny and I’ll do something you’ll regret. So stay quiet and be a good girl, yeah?” he takes on a venomous smile, patting my face gently and instilling me with fear. Is Flynn really...one of them?

Hektor threatened. Victor's eyes widened, his expression turning to fear. "Wow? How scary," he said, and it was clearly a taunt. "You bastard, Victor!" snapped Hektor, not accepting that he was being demeaned. "I'll just tell the media who Victor Flaming really is," he added menacingly. "Oh yeah? Who am I?" mocked Victor with a confused expression. "You're just an abnormal, immoral human being who likes handsome men's asses," Hektor explained, and his words just made Victor laugh out loud.

As I previously informed this man, they will just use their alias. “If it's okay with you Allison, may I ask you a question?” I snicker at his inquiries. I smile though and add, "You're already asking me, Valen," but all he does is lift both of his eyebrows in a body language that I find hysterically amusing. Yet, his current appearance can make up for his odd nature. When he acts and says things that aren't funny but eventually manages to make me laugh at it, he's like a stunning prince. Like a prince in this empire who is distinct from our crown prince.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

Men! Bree steps close to Fallon, her face paling. “So, do we fly out of here or disappear like my sister and Lucifer?” Fallon releases his own wings and extends his hand. “I’d rather fly.” Bree gasps and takes a step back, surprised by the radiance of his wings. Unlike Lucifer, Fallon is more hesitant in his approach. He simply moves forward and holds his hands out to her.

Albert groaned like wounded animal and falls on the road. “What was that for? “Adan asked. Ivan burns the engines and said, “Bloody hypocrite. I should have sent a bullet between his eyes but I save that for you.” Adan smirks proudly at Ivan before returning his gaze on his lap. Fuck, he cannot believe his luck. ***

- Are we going to fly? “No,” Vic barked and pulled the wing out of the girl’s fingers, dark spots remained on a few scales that still fell under the sun’s rays. “How harmful you are,” the girl was not at all offended and again switched to his ears. — It's interesting. Kim Won has never flown either. And you have to try. “If Vic moves a little more and finds himself in the sun, then his wings will disappear,” the guy said quickly and again brought the sword to the sarsh.

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.