Gentle Villain Novels & Stories

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Ava said. The man slapped her hard on the face. "How dare you talk to me that way? Who the hell do you think you are?" he looked at Ava's body and grinned lecherously. "You are a female prisoner, do you know what happens to female prisoners here in fireblood pack?" he ran his fingers on the outline of her breasts. "stop it, don't touch me" Ava struggled with him. The man laughed wickedly as he watched her struggle. "leave her alone" Vivian said as she tried to push the man away.

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.

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

I heard Solana sobbing, she even kneeled before her. "You did not? You are the only one who holds a grudge against me. One of my gemstones was stolen. Who will it be except for you? No one! You are still lucky I haven't made it public, you ungrateful thief!" I heard a loud sound and after that, she slapped her again. If Solana really did it, then it's not mine to mess with. But observing her character, I guess she would not dare to do it unless what she showed me was her fake personality. Judging by one person, I really hate myself from falling for such a trick. I haven't learned my lessons too, I guess. However, I still need to consider her actions. I might have wronged her just because of

"You want to pit a trained killer against a woman you’ve been calling a fragile, pathetic human for months?" "If she’s as special as you say, it shouldn't be an issue," Vane retorted. He snapped his fingers, and from the side shadows, Valerius stepped out. Valerius was huge. He was like seven feet of solid, vampiric muscle, covered in scars and holding a sword that looked like it was made from black glass. He didn't look at me like I was a person; he looked at me like a target. He walked into the center of the room, the other nobles clearing out of the way like they were afraid of catching his shadow.

Even though I was used to insults like that, my cheeks flamed in embarrassment all the same, especially seeing as all those around us had stopped doing what they had been doing and were looking at me. "I'm so sorry," I apologised again and sped up my pace. "The fuck are you good for, huh? Bitch can't even go around serving half a tray of champagne," Nick spat at me, making my eyes sting. No, I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. My vision blurred because of the unshed tears but I didn't stop picking up the broken pieces of the glass, simply wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. I hissed as one of the pieces cut my hand, blood pouring out. It hurt, but I didn't c

Madam C shoots me a look that has me scampering out of the kitchen and making my way to the emergency ward. Victor is awake and in exaggerated pain. “What did you do to me? This shit hurts,” he barks as soon as I step into the room, gripping his arm like he just got shot “I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything to cause you pain. That should be the Desanti’s,” I tell him and his eyes widen, distrust coating his facial features. He’s big, just like Christian, Seb and Ricardo, and has slight similar features with them, like the face shape and long nose. I think he’s a Roman too.

Looking at him, he stood like a tower while leaning his big built on the door with his expensive suit hanging on his right arm, his jaw clenched so tightly like he was angered by something. Obviously a man like him who loves the smell of rotten human flesh, a man who cuts people mercilessly and tortures them for fun... how could he worth others throwing his ego and arrogance aside. Genelia was no toy to play either, she never was! She had the clear idea about how this marriage is going to be, it won't be any less than a torture like other weddings but what her sister, Diana told her kind of made her rude heart react a bit. That little doubt of her lasted no longer when she saw master who was

So, he calmly replied, "Oh my. My plan was busted." Goosebumps appeared on Slyvester's skin. Vincent pored at him and smirked. When it comes to being grumpy, Terban tops the list. If it's silly, Chaylen should take the rank one. But when it comes to being so cunning, then Vincent will take the crown. Vincent is one of those ardent guy who has yet to make plans to back down quickly. "Do you think I'll stop?" Vincent smiled. "As long as you are not married, I will be the great villain of your life." An evil grin spread on his lips.