Is Eren A Villain Novels & Stories

Raymond finished, his tone full of warning. As I soaked his words in, I realised he was right. I knew next to nothing about Alpha Evan. Only that he was a hybrid and seemed like a man who was good at heart. But now, I wasn't so sure. What if the man was nice only in front of me to lure me away from here? What if it was all an act and he was actually a ruthless tyrant, waiting for the right moment to show his true colours?

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

But she quickly regained her composure. "Now you’re accusing me, Eumerriah?" she responded, but I could tell her tone was no longer as strong as before. "I haven’t done anything! Don’t paint me as the villain here!" I wasn’t swayed. I knew she was hiding something, and now that she was standing before me, all the anger I had been suppressing for so long finally erupted. "Is that so, Kristine? You haven’t done anything? Like how you cheated on the husband you claim to love?"

"They did what? God! What a bunch of b*stards!" "Scumbags! Thugs!" "Lawless jack*sses!" People judged books by their covers, and Erwen looked like a decent book. However, Ryan and Tucker looked so much like stereotypical villains that everyone instantly decided Erwen would be the story's hero. The locals' ire and rage against the Kuda Gang were plain to see.

He terrifies me. As I lift myself to face her, my eyes dart toward the direction Evren went. For some reason, I feel like he will be able to protect me if things go any more awry than they already are. Shit, he's not coming. That jerk. Who brings a guest to their home and abandons them because he sees a woman? Evren Valesca does. I'm never going anywhere with him again. The contract and his useless clauses can go to hell with him for all I care. He's just a jerk who can't take care of his pregnant 'wife".

"It was my fault that he didn't tell you. He's supposed to follow orders, right? I gave him an order and he simply acted on it. I should be the one to be penalized." He faced her sharply and they stared into each other's eyes. Being so close generated sparks between them. Erin wasn't sure if she could hold out any longer. Jayden was damn intimidating and one could drown in his eyes. "Are you sure you can handle the retribution? I don't think so." She swallowed hard. "I can and I will." "Really?" He asked in an extremely low tone, prowling closer like someone looking for prey. For the first time, he had several thoughts going mind, all about what he would do to her.

She left the sitting room considerably lighter than she'd entered it, the tangled political danger of Ferris and the informant and her father's cold warning not resolved, exactly, but somehow more bearable for having a hand to hold through it. It was, she thought, walking back toward the house, a more dangerous kind of enemy than the one she'd been bracing herself for. Not a villain lurking in the shadows, waiting to confront her directly, but something quieter and more patient, content to let her father's own love and fear do the work of containing her, one careful, deniable move at a time.

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

I don't know what dark side he hides in his heart. Eren is not a young man who has the character that Jasmine said. So far, Eren has always appeared pleasant and made the people around him happy. Which one should I believe? "By the way, do you have a boyfriend?" "No!" I groaned. "How could I possibly have a boyfriend? I don't even have friends. I changed schools too often. I can't have normal relationships with other people." "So you're a girl who doesn't fall in love easily, huh? I was a little relieved to hear that. At least you won't be easily influenced by the Werner brothers."

"Oh, my Luna! It is worse now! No garden? No books? What will we do?" I looked out the window. I was not sad. I was angry. "We will do what we always do," I said. "We will survive." And we will plan, Seris thought. And we will get stronger, Veylara added. I smiled. I put a hand on Eren's shoulder. "Do not cry, Eren. He thinks he won. But he did not." "How?" Eren asked. "You are a prisoner." "He showed me his weakness," I said. "He is afraid to punish me for real. He is afraid of the fire. He is afraid of me."