Novel & Cerita I Became A Dark Fantasy Villain

Red glowing eyes I recalled were once silver met mine. I thought I knew fear. I thought I had seen it. Felt it. Been in it. But to the gods, how wrong I was. Kai Malek stood in all his glory with the moonlight perfectly outlining his features. Black liquid dripped from his jaw, his teeth not quite like a vampire's but his tongue? It was split like that of a snake, whatever black thing he took from that girl still lingering on him. His face turned into an angry frown as his gaze penetrated mine.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Every time she resisted, every time she acted against him, he felt it like a blow to his chest. Kael closed his eyes, the wind tearing at his hair. He was the Dark Prince, feared, cursed, and relentless. But now… he was also a man tethered by the threads of a bond he did not fully understand, bound to someone whose strength both inspired and tormented him. ---

I have done the deadliest sins ever known to mankind. That’s what frightens me the most. The thought of the day when Emily uncovers the dark part of me that I'm so scared to reveal because I fear that it might push her away. I love her too much to keep her in the dark, though. I know I need to be honest with her, but the fear of losing her is paralyzing. It's a constant struggle between wanting to protect her from the darker side of myself and wanting to show her all of me, even the parts that I’m not proud of.

Though I tried to hate him, my heart raced faster when he was with me and his touch sent a shiver down my spine. He is handsome, yet dangerous. I have hated my life since the day I entered his mansion. He chained my hands and legs. I can't even walk freely. I was like a prisoner to him. It seems like he has lost his sanity. He behaves like a total psychopath, and I am very sure he is a psycho, But he is damn rich.

They were basically rich and spoilt. Nolan had always been a terrible person until he met Kyla. When Kyla died, he became worse. He didn't even need Sasha and serenity anymore. He didn't need anyone in his life. He didn't even want to live anymore. He blamed himself over and over. Now, he doesn't even feel anything anymore. Kyla's death turned him Into a dark, heartless man. He doesn't even have a heart anymore. He doesn't smile, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, he just lives because he feels like hurting others the same way he hurts. Making them feel the hurt he felt and still feels, seemed like a way of paying life back through the pain of others.

around me taking care of me. I'm not going to deny that I have enemies, I'm the fucking leading son of a bitch of Darkness obviously I have enemies, they're just too smart or too cowardly to try something stupid against me, some have done it I'm not going to lie, in fact the last attempt to kill me where I was really in danger was where Max got hurt, which is why she was out of the game for a while. On that occasion a group hired by the fucking gangsters tried to take my head to their boss, unfortunately for them we knew about the operation so they did not achieve their goal but there were casualties and injuries, including Max.

The city lights of America faded into the blackness below, each one a tiny pinprick of a world I was taking Isabella away from. My gaze lingered on the view from the window, the darkness mirroring the emptiness I’d felt my entire life. Until her. I’d spent my life building an empire of shadows, a kingdom forged in blood and fear. My name, Vladimir Volkov, was a whisper that made men tremble. I was the boogeyman. No I am worst than the Boogeyman, I'm the man you send to kill the boogeyman.

"What are you? A serial killer? A wanted criminal? I really have a thing against men who are involved in crime so if you're one of them, you better spill your guts right now." I run my fingers over her face, pushing a few stray locks behind her ears. Funny how she thinks I'm just a serial killer or normal criminal. Princess, I'm the master of them all. "I'm…the darkness." "Excuse me?" I sink my weight further into her. "I'm the fucking darkness, princess. That is all you need to know." "Why?" I do not pretend to be oblivious to what she's asking. "Why I brought you here? Why I'm refusing to let you go?" Why I'm making the decision that I might never let you go?

Villain said going back into my mind. I hate to admit that he is right, I always keep living in the past. And never want to go forward into the future. I hate being this way, but I don’t how else to be. Ever since I lost my mother and grandmother, I became dark, and feeling nothing but hate. I never wanted no one around me I became a loner wandering out in the forest. Just because I found my mate it does not mean that I should change my ways I cannot trust people so easily.