Kiss The Villain Book Novels & Stories

and there was one thing that popped into my mind. ...And as he slowly moved in to try and kiss me, I proceeded to spit in his face. He released me immediately, just as I’d hoped, but it came at the cost of something worse. The back of his hand moved lightning fast as it struck me across the cheek, so powerful that I fell to the ground, my vision blurring. “Feral bitch,” he spat, sending a kick right into my gut. I cried out and tried to brace myself, seeing him readying himself to kick me again, but right as the attack was going to land, a voice then stopped him.

Before reality caught up to me, Damian’s lips claimed mine in a heated kiss. My eyes widened in shock. Holy moly! The most harmless crybaby stole my first kiss. My mind went blank. In a moment of clarity, I bit down hard, shoved him away, and scrambled for my life. Then came System’s notification once I took shelter at home. [Congratulations on completing the wicked villainess’ storyline. Only thirty minutes remain on the countdown to your return to your world.]

I froze for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "Yeah, what else?" Theo's eyes dimmed instantly. I leaned close to him and whispered in his ear," But... I prefer the way you cry to pearls." Theo was speechless. The next second, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. The system said, “The villain's corruption level has dropped to 55%! Elle, victory is in sight!” His kiss made me dizzy. Suddenly, I remembered something and pressed against his chest, slightly pulling away. "What about you? Do you only like the fact I’m carrying your offspring?"

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

The cloud of lust blocking anything and everything. The pain only heightened everything. Sadistic bastard. “ Are you being territorial by marking me?” His lifts my chin with two fingers. Looking into my eyes as I looked into his dark green black soul. “You want the other girls to know you’ve got your claws into me, Kitten ?” “Fuck you” I respond breathless. “Don’t give me ideas princess. I don’t have limits.” “Xander does it better though” He captures my lips in another torturing kiss. I lean into him so my towel won’t fall. My knees tremble and buckle.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Her voice trailed off as her expression became dark and serious. "Johann Carseian." I echoed in a very low voice. I remembered that name. He is the male lead of the book “Midnight Lovers” and the crown prince of this empire if I am not mistaken. He fell inlove deeply with Mikaela Strauss, the main character of the story. He is very possessive to the point where he is ready to kill anyone who dares to intervene with their love. Crappy as it may sound but most people are into that kind of guys, I guess I’m not part of that majority. I turned back my attention to Joewella and continued to listen.

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.