Novel & Cerita Gentle Villain

She didn’t even dare to raise her face and look him straightaway in the eyes in fear that he would suddenly sense something. With a slightly flattering tone, Asteria said in an admiring voice. “You are a great and powerful person to be able to beat this villain, Sir.” As she said to word villain, Asteria pointed to the nearly naked man who had gotten his clothes somehow. It rendered the man so stunned that he stopped putting on his clothes for a while just to take a look at the woman who had called her a villain. He sunk into thought. A slight grimace made its way to his face as if he had just thought of something.

He feels the sudden, sharp drop in my temperament, the complete absence of the weak, fearful omega he thought he was teasing. My mask slips. For one brief second, the villainess inside me looked right back at him. Regis takes a slow step closer. There is barely the width of a pinky finger between our faces now. The scent of rain and dark wood clings to his skin, his warm breath fanning across my lower lip. He tilts his head slightly, studying my eyes, my mouth, the cold line of my jaw as if he is seeing me for the very first time. My heart beats steadily against my ribs. I refuse to take a step back. I refuse to play the meek, submissive girl for him right now.

“Tell me, Izana, do you think of me as a villain too?” “Who told you that you’re a villain?” Izana’s voice sharpened. Realizing that he was scaring after seeing her flinch, his gentle voice came back and there was a hint of apology in it: “Whoever said that, they are the villain. They can prosecute you as if they are standing in the high ground. They don’t know what you’ve been through. You are a strong sweet girl who still gives sunshine to others even when darkness tried their hardest to cling to you. They just don’t know you…”

He took a breath, then added, softer, “And useful is underrated.” Valentina’s smile sharpened. She climbed the ladder he’d left open and answered his softness with a mock vulnerability, the kind that made men lean in close. “Is that how you see me? Useful?” “You look better when you’re dangerous,” he said, a confession folded into a command. “Danger suits you.” For a breath, something like approval slipped through—quick as lightning and just as lethal. Valentina’s pulse tripped, then steadied. She answered with a tilt of her glass, letting the amber liquid glow between them. “Danger is fashionable this season.”

He glared at me for what felt like a full minute, breathing hard, his chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon. Dramatic much? And then, slowly, deliberately, he smiled again. That same calculated, cold smile from before. Oh good. The villain speech wasn't over yet. "I know what you're trying to do," he said softly, his voice suddenly calm. He took a step back, raising his hands in mock surrender like he was the victim here. Yes, he'd figured me out. I was the real villain in this story. Definitely not the man who tears women's dresses.

My wolf wasn't happy about the blatant disrespect, either, but I kept my face completely emotionless as I put the plate down and slid off the counter. I placed my hand on my protective mate's chest, causing him to turn pale yellow eyes to me. I kissed his lips gently, and he exhaled as his eyes went back to their normal silver. I loved how Leo wanted to defend me, but that wasn't going to stop this guy from being disrespectful towards me when he wasn't around. I smiled at him before dropping all emotion and turning towards what was obviously a warrior. He watched me cautiously as I walked towards him and stopped about a foot away,

Yesterday he was trash-talking Quinn to his friends, and today he's playing the victim in front of Vivian. [Hold on. The villainess already derailed the original plot. Since he couldn't save the damsel in distress, he's trying a different way to win the female lead over.] As he spoke, Nathan slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Several shocking red marks on the inside of his forearm were exposed beneath the light. "Her moods change without warning. In her eyes, everyone around her is just an outlet for her anger." I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed.

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Different and beautiful! Kevin was mesmerized by her he wouldn't deny but she wasn't his type. He liked his women mature and experienced. Women, who were good in bed, and bold with words. She wasn't! She seemed fragile and naive. Too delicate to endure his touch. Strange emotions seemed to breathe within his heart as he saw her playing with the confetti along with the kids. It's rather enticing seeing her finding happiness in little things. Kevin spurned his obscene thoughts, finding her too pure and fragile for his sinful ways. Strangely enough, he didn't want to taint her. She seemed forbidden for someone as sinful as him. A womanizer. Sex freak.