I Am The Fated Villan Mga Nobela at Kwento

He's mine and no one can take what is mine. He was the reason I remained a maid so he'll notice me one day but that Cindy girl had to come into the picture and mess things up for me. I wasn't going to leave that happen. He's mine only, and I hate to share. I'm going to have him all to myself, no matter the cost.

I shouted taking a step closer With wide eyes and a broken voice, the maid backed off slowly. “Alpha, I swear my loyalty to the Moon Goddess. You have had me for years.” She said, “She’s lying!” I yelled “You said the same thing to him before Kael killed the last Alpha.” Her face turned white. “I would never... What are you talking about?” She asked. “Liar!” My voice broke. “Remove the necklace and show him.” The head maid turned and looked at me, her eyes hard for a moment then soft.

“No, child. Not yet. But one death in that throne room—just one—will set in motion a chain of bloodshed that will destroy everything you and they have fought for. All four packs, shattered. My children, lost.” Her voice broke on the word children. Evandra’s chest ached. “But what am I supposed to do? My bond to Tristan is already tearing me apart, and now—Balor, Osiris, Lefu—” She shook her head, clutching her chest. “Why would you give me more than one mate? Am I cursed?” The Moon Goddess stepped closer, lifting Evandra’s chin. Her touch was cool, soothing, impossibly gentle. “Not cursed, my daughter. Chosen.”

There were three scratches there and they were quite deep. "What's your name?" I answered in embarrassment. I felt a burning sensation on my face and I'm sure by now my face must be as red as a tomato. But, I'm grateful that the darkness camouflaged it a bit so I don't have to worry about it. "My name is Ella Felicity Lunarflare." "You have a nice name," he complimented, sounding sincere. He paused for a moment, then spoke again. "Aren't you the one at the river?"

venom was coming off Dane as he spoke. I went straight to Dane face, I stood over him by a good three inches, while looking down on him. “I haven’t chosen shit over you and your family. How quick you are forgetting even you said Stasia was his sister in Arms. Which makes her family, to you and I.? Stasia is my fated mate, I have done everything to ignore it asshole. Because, now is not the time. I had to help you, and she had to help Canon. Because that what friends do.” I stated in discuss. I walked out. Beating his face in would only make him feel better, right now. My Bata was standing there listening to all.

I don't want to trend in a bad way and get on anybody's bad side. "Kiara?" Ian called. I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Yes?" "Meet my mother." He gestured towards the woman who was still smiling as though she didn't just pull a prank on me. "Mom, meet my assistant, Kiara Michaelson." She beamed and stretched out her hand. "You must be the house manager." She said. I nodded, taking her hand. "I'm Vanessa Sylvia Wayne but you can call me Sylvia or whichever you deem fit and I am the mother of this handsome superstar." She admitted proudly, turning to look at a rather shy Ian.

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.

“Today, I call on your support and trust again. I call on that blind faith you have had in me till now and I believe I can call on it because I have never failed you and I do not plan to. This man beside me, whom I know very well, has hurt each and every one of you deeply. He has broken your family, killed your loved ones, murdered your friends in cold blood, and enslaved so many that were close to your hearts.” “But just as we have found each other and regrouped as a family, something we had no control over and just happened, Fate is something I have no control over either. We do not choose who completes us rather life just chooses to play tricks on us with that aspect of our lives.” “This

Xianna glanced at him and said with a composed expression, "It's no use, Walagnus. I have no idea how you were able to disregard Sangria's Curse, but I am sure that you're not the fated one. Only the fated one is capable of obtaining Sangria’s providence. Sangria and the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion have been passed down from generation to generation, yet no one has been able to obtain the providence." "Haha…" Walagnus smiled faintly and said, "Indeed, I'm not the fated one. However, James is the fated one, the one destined to possess this providence. By helping him obtain providence and seizing it from him, everything will be mine in the end." Hearing this, Xianna fell silent.