I Am Fated Villain 소설 & 이야기

“I understand. Tell me what you’ve found out.” “Theodore and I are fated mates, just as Grandma Susan had long predicted.” I can see my words have hurt him. “So what does it mean for us?” “I love you. I can never be with Theodore again, even if we are fated. He is evil and cruel. You’re lovely and kind and loving and loyal. This is why I realised I love you. I love only you, Thomas.” “I’m happy to hear that. But fated means that you are meant to be with Theodore, the Moon Goddess has destined that.”

Those weren't good stories for a strong Vampire Lord's heir. "Well," Felix said. He adjusted the collar of his jacket, casual, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Good thing it's fake. Lucky little thing — gets to play at being yours for a year." He laughed, short and light. "She'd never actually deserve it." Something twisted in my chest. Quick and sharp, like a wire pulled taut. I didn't like the sound of it. Deserve. Like Mira was a commodity being priced. Like worth was something you measured by species and bloodline and pack rank, and she'd come up short on all three.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

A vein pulsed in her forehead. "Speaking about being his Mate, is it true that he's very well endowed down below?" She asked with a slight smirk. Lily felt her cheeks grow hot. "Excuse me?" "He's the Werewolf King. From his many lovers that he's taken prior to you, he's very well experienced." Velma informed her. Hearing about Jayce's passed endeavors wasn't news to her. She knew he had far more experience under his belt than she did, but it still bothered her on how Velma said it.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

What will happen when the charismatic crown prince of the Arisee clan son of the great dubious king Ziba falls in love with the slave girl who worked in the maize farm where he was supposed to supervise. Conflicted and torn, he would have to make his choice wisely either to send the slave girl down to the deadliest places or have her all to himself and dance to the drum beats of the masquerades... Coming soon.

“Duh, he won’t. As long as we don’t get further orders from Marcellus we’re not supposed to take any action. So, right now be patient.” I wish I had come a little sooner to know about their plan but at least I can warn Zack. THIS IS WHY I HATE MAFIA!!! I swallow hard and as I sigh, the door opens in an instant making me flinch. A tall bald guy, wearing a suit stares at me in disbelief. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I manage a fake smile. “I…,” I breathe. “I’m sorry, I’m just… searching for my ring,” I swallow as I walk away quickly.

Clark P.O.V I managed to dry off and get out of the bath. I was completely furious that Rowan just let it seem like this was a duty and that it meant nothing. At least it meant something to me … it was my virginity for goddess's sakes! I paced up and down in my room. “Fuck that!” I said to myself. I got dressed, put on my shoes and readied myself to get out of here. If he wanted to keep me here as a prisoner, then that would be too bad for him, because I didn’t take light to taking orders.

Unbelievably, this legendary artifact had given him a second chance at life. "Since fate has given me another chance, Damian Blackwell and Selena Venom, you two villains! In this life, I will make you taste the bitterness of betrayal and solitude!" Sebastian stood up and walked to the mirror in the dorm. He looked at his reflection, his eyes filled with a cold and bone-chilling determination.