I Am The Fated Villain 7 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Our mind always leaves a vacant space to make evolution possible. - You made me kill dozens of dear people. Don't think that at some point I will thank you. - He smiles walking backwards. - I'm realistic, I know not. I do it for free and I already earn a lot with it. But there's a question running through my head, a doubt, who are you now? I know your spirit well, but your identification has become an enigma. Who are you? Seventh or Alison? Seventh, an exceptional wolf of formidable talents, a true warrior to make opponents shudder, with a legacy of hundreds of victories, or Alison, a poor innocent and pathetic girl who failed due to lack of strength to protect those she loved?

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.

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.

She hesitated, then looked up to my eyes and said, “Room 13. Like Lucky 13.” Strange. I’d always thought 13 an unlucky number. But she was right about the room number. “It’s lovely to meet my mate face-to-face,” I said then, taking her hand. It was warm, and I smiled back at her. There Zane. Our Fated Mate. Aren’t you happy? He didn’t respond. Damn wolf was impossible. “I have to tell you something,” she said then, holding onto my grip a little tighter. My brows knitted, but I nodded.

“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.

They’re unique and express perfectly my new feelings for Carson. He pauses the video. “How did you come up with your vows on the spot like that?” he asks me. I raise his hand in mine and place it over my heart. He nods, gulping. I watch his Adam’s apple move. He pushes play. “I guess it’s my turn,” he says, looking to the officiant for confirmation. “My first, my last, my always. You’re Leia to my Han Solo, Adrian to my Rocky, and my partner in crime. I promise to put the seat down, hold your hair back while you puke, and do my best to keep you safe. I’ll strive to make you happy—I love your laugh. And I’ll make sure you never get locked out again.”

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.

His red hair makes him look more daring than usual. I look down at my shoulder when he touches it, before looking back at his tall, slender figure. As his name implies, he is the personification of the third of the seven deadly sins. Lust. He is as dangerous as that. We have been fated to be siblings along with the other personifications of the seven deadly sins. With me as the eldest. This is a secret. No one in the Alkhemi knows about the seven deadly sins living amongst us. And it should be kept that way for peace to continue.

Things are going to be different this time, or my name isn't Natasha Mary-Anne Ludwick Nicholai! You made me a villainess by controlling my mind, Dalilah. Now I'll be the villainess of your story! I'll destroy you and that Goddess-damn 3rd Imperial Prince. I'll use my second chance the best I can. You said that we would see each other again in hell, so don't worry, sis, I'll make your wish come true, making your life a living hell. You will pay for what you did, dear sister. This time, things are going to change. I'm going to live for myself and Valerian, and I'll make people see your true colors.

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”