Gentle Villain Novels & Stories

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

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.

He looked back at the cards he was holding and tried to find a way to feign indifference to what he was seeing. And that was he had zero winning cards. William had no idea how that was possible. "More whisky, then?" A slow smile spread on the nobleman's handsome face. This person was enough of a distraction as it was, he didn't need to try and talk to William right now. His bright red hair made his cold blue eyes even more outstanding and attractive. And intimidating at the same time. William was painfully aware he was being observed and that alone was enough to make him feel nervous.

"He bled for me. What have you ever done for anyone, Vane, besides steal their glory?" I gathered the saliva in my mouth—thick with blood from a split lip—and I spat. It hit him square in the eye. Vane recoiled. Wiping his face with a trembling hand. He stared at the blood on his palm. The mask of the sophisticated General shattered. Revealing the thug underneath. "He's worth ten of you," I hissed. "You want to die like a soldier?" Vane roared. His hand dropped to the heavy, Barzil-tipped cane at his belt. "Then I'll treat you like one!"

Faustino replied running a thumb through his jaw relaxing in his leather chair. " We will get even. What are the acquaintance are for? Valerio won't let them breath now." Adraino chuckled darkly knowing well about the man in subject. Valerio Valentine, was the heir of the next notorious familigia in Italy. He was know best for holding grudges, you mess with him and he will not spare you until you take your last breath. Cunning, ruthless, psychopath, sociopath , inhuman whatever the other evil name Valerio owned it all. Valentine's and Pietro's were like a family from generation . They both have each other's back at every situation. Adriano however was not a fan of Valerio Valentine. He just

They aligned with the jagged, incomplete memories I had of that night—the sound of footsteps that weren't the heavy, lumbering gait of the Council guards, but the light, predatory stride of a Valentino. "He marked you in that gym, didn't he?" Serafina continued, her voice a seductive poison. "He tasted your blood. He saw the 'Traitor' brand and he felt... what? Guilt? No, Aveline. He felt relief. Because as long as you're the villain, no one looks at the hero’s bloody hands." "Shut up," I whimpered, my head lolling back against the chair.

Author Pov Valerie stared at the man in whose arms she was locked in disbelief. Can't he see how much she disliked the way that man was handling the girl? This wasn't the way a man should touch a girl. It was brutal and ruthless. She always knew that her body will be her Master's only. But she had a little hope of getting better treatment. At least he will consider her way of being intimate with him. Gently and carefully. But what she never understood that Xavier Valentino is the second name of cruelness. He loved roughness. He loves being in control. He loves when his woman quivers under him completely on his mercy.

> “VALENTINA, late 20s, flawless, calculating, offers herself to the mafia heir not out of love, but strategy. Her eyes are sharp, unfeeling—she knows what marrying him means. Power. Safety. Escape. Betrayal disguised as sacrifice.” Below it: Scene Direction—INT. BEDROOM — NIGHT. VALENTINA leans in. She kisses him not with passion, but survival. Olive waited. Val folded the page once. Then again. Then placed it under her teacup like it was nothing more than a napkin. She looked up. “They want a villain,” she said calmly. “Let’s give them a funeral instead.” --- Lucas received the page two hours later, on his desk, left by Olive without a word.

Adan Leandro P.O.V. "I'm telling, you should have seen her for once then you would have believed me, I'm not lying or exaggerating her. She is more beautiful than Aphrodite." Damien Sokolov, head of Bratva, my best friend spoke with dreamy eyes. He just came back from a charity function and currently highlighting more about Albert Gomez's wife rather than whatever went in that business deal. Albert Gomez is the king of diamond merchandise and also has political influence in the country. A big shot man but has link with corrupt man like us. We are the hot collared criminals.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.