I Am The Fated Villain 21 Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes told me how happy he was to see me happy. He then took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Angela, this song is for you. I made it myself. I named this song Fated. I believe we are destined to be together in this life and no one can separate us. Our love will never end until death do us part,” he said in a soft voice. Tears of happiness dripped from my eyes while her eyes were filled with tears. We then smiled at each other before he took me into his warm embrace.

she said softly. Lucas frowned, and so did the other two. "What do you mean?" Lucas asked with confusion. Faiysha can see Belial and his plan which is working just like he wanted to. She saw Mallik who has an agenda of his own and who is working with Belial for his own personal gains. She saw Lucifer, Lola, Lucas, Valmore and Rose who are going to suffer. "Fate son. She already started her final game" Faiysha murmurred.

My chin wobbles as I try to keep my anxiety at bay and raise my gaze, so our eyes lock together. "You will look at me when we are speaking, Celeste. Don't play childish games with me. We are eon's old. Don't show such disrespect." "I'm sorry, Zeus. I never meant to show disrespect." "Your husband is ruining my plans, that child of yours would have erased the bad, and now we are left with uncertainty." "Lilith will kill Hati. That has always been her destiny." "That's not the only bad man who should be erased, Celeste. She needs the torment to succeed. Theseus's kind loving manner will not guide her through the paths needed of her."

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

"I know. But it truly was never meant to be me. It was always meant to be Dahlia. What if the Moon Goddess gave Dahlia Damien as her second chance because she knew she needed to combine our packs. What if, through this all, this is what was supposed to happen. Dahlia killed our father Alexi, she ended his life. Her! She has the strength, the compassion, the drive, the firm hand yet soft voice. She is trustworthy, easy to love, and honestly, easy to follow. I know I'd follow her to the ends of the earth. How can I be who she already is?" He leaned back, his head falling back against the tree as he looked up.

"You shall call me Alaric, not King, we would be equals to one another from now on, even if you choose not to do this." "Alaric, when you say our Luna, what exactly does that mean?" I tilted my head looking at him wondering the same thing when I felt Damon grab my hand tightly before he mindlinked me 'Are you wanting to be mated to both my Queen? This what he is suggesting, I know you have told him you only will ever be his but he can feel that you are also Lucas's and he wants nothing more than your happiness even if it means sharing you, sharing the pups, being one family with the three of you' I looked at Damon with tears in my eyes 'I want my King, but yes, I want Lucas too, I can't deny

Or maybe the Werewolf just hated people. "Oh, what an honour to be in the presence of someone so...so powerful," The shifter's eyes flashed even brighter, the sentence dripping pure sarcasm. Radyn gritted his teeth. "My name is Jackson Huang, the direct descendant of the first Huanglong dragon and relative to The Cursed Royals. Glad to have finally met my match."

Nikolai corrected, holding up a finger. I rolled my eyes, lacing my other boot, and stood. “I’m not having this conversation with you three.” I turned and walked over to the door. “You know I hate to repeat myself.” “You say that,” Felix said, his shadow lengthening on the wall as he rose behind me, “and yet you repeat the same mistakes as the vampire from the Draven legend. Choosing a lowly, worthless shifter over a vampire female; a woman who is better than Mira on every level, and you know it.” I stopped walking. My hands curled into fists at my sides.

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

Beside him is his eldest son and heir, Cillian. Cillian is a mirror of what Thatcher should have been, disciplined, radiating power, and fiercely loyal. But as they approach the wide front steps, I catch the undeniable flicker of shame burning in Malphas’s harsh eyes. To have a future Gamma fail this spectacularly, to ruthlessly attack the mate of the Rising Star's Prince, isn't just a personal blow; it is an agonizing, unforgivable stain on their pack's ancient lineage.