Is Eren A Villain Novels & Stories

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

Erran was three days away from marrying the love of her life when she was suddenly accused of being pregnant and cheating on him, a shocking impossibility for a woman who had never had sex. Thrown out by her family and betrayed by everyone she trusted, Erran’s life takes an even darker turn when a mysterious billionaire arrives claiming the unborn child is his. But Max Black isn't just a billionaire, he is also a werewolf and an Alpha for his pack and Erran is carrying his only heir. Now she must choose between leaving everything behind including her child or marrying the most powerful and dangerous man she has ever met.

When Eren heard this, he immediately raised his neck and said stubbornly, "Lead the way? That's impossible. Kill me if you want. I'm not afraid of death, and I definitely won't betray my sect." Valerie smiled and said, "Honey, let me interrogate him, okay? I guarantee I'll make him obediently cooperate." Andrew frowned, "Valerie, don't mess around." Valerie said, "Oh, come on, just trust me this once. Oh, and lend me a couple of your acupuncture needles. Nyx, Rowan, you two stay here with me!" The other two women did not understand what was happening. However, they still stayed to see what Valerie had up her sleeve.

The three other sentries had shed their stone skins now aswell, standing now as women of impossible, haunting beauty. They were a spectrum of danger: scarlet, violet, emerald, and sapphire. My pulse throbbed in my ears. I felt like a stag cornered by wolves who didn’t want to kill me—they wanted to play. “We can already tell your weakness, Eren,” Ennoia purred, she was the one in sapphire blue, her voice like silk over a blade. “Unfortunately for you, we shall test you too. We will immerse you in our dark femininity. Prove to us you are more than just a man.” Sophia added and squeezed my hand harder.

They always want something from me, and I’m not interested in handing over anything more than what’s strictly business. Kyren, sitting across from me, adjusts his tie, trying to appear calm and collected, but I can see the flicker of ambition in his eyes. He’s a French mafia man, and he didn’t get this far by playing nice. Still, I can tell he is trying to butter me up. He thinks if we are on good terms, maybe he will have an easier time working with me in future. But that’s not going to happen. “So, Zack,” Kyren starts, leaning back in his chair like we are old friends. “I’ve heard a lot about you. People talk about the power you hold, your…influence. It’s impressive. I think we could be go

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

“And why would I know where he is? Do you think I keep track of either of you after the misery you’ve caused me?” Her anger simmered, but then she turned back to Darius, her tone dropping low, almost pleading. “Alpha, I do not know where Eron is. But there is one thing I do know about these two…” she gestured sharply toward her ex-husband. “They are evil. Both of them. They will do anything for money, anything for power. And yes, even protect each other if it suits their needs.” The prisoner’s mouth opened, ready to defend himself, but Darius finally moved. Slowly, he turned his gaze on him. The look alone was enough, it froze the words in his throat.

Honestly, both of them were the worst kind of parents. I could never get the logic of some parents who thought that it was their job to toughen their children up to face a cruel and heartless world. In my opinion, wouldn’t it be better to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless? I sighed. Okay, I can curse them later, so let's get back to the main point. During the war, the crown prince would meet the heroine, Maria Fersen, who was a priestess and a healer from the temple.

He turns me — gently, the way you turn a lover — and the dagger comes out of his side-sash so quickly I do not even register the motion until it is already between my ribs. "You were never going to be the queen this kingdom needed, Irene." "Rose is everything you are not." He pushes me. I have already shown you this part. I am not going to show it to you again. The Hollow takes me. But this is the part I have not shown you.