Kiss The Villain Epub の小説・ストーリー

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

He ordered. The same guard I kicked in the groin earlier limps towards us as he jabs a finger in my face. "The bitch is working with the rogues." Before he can finish that Kaden grabs his wrist and snaps it. The man falls with a cry. "Call my mate a bitch again and your neck would be next," Kaden spat. My jaw falls at this side of him. I knew I'm only seeing it because he's furious at me for being here but damn... is it wrong that I find it strangely arousing?

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Generally, something about my cuteness just made me the most dangerous of all living beings, and that's why they hated me. Wait, if that's it, then maybe I shouldn't feel too bad for not being sexy, cuteness is good too as long as it gets me what I want, right? Nonetheless, at that moment, something in me just snapped and the next thing I knew, I was having the best kiss of my life. I won't call the other stolen kisses good or even kisses at all, as they always ended with me either pinning my lips shut, biting them and overall, ending with a black eye or burst lips. And always a claw scratch on my forearm. The point of this is that I was greatly embarrassed, but I shouldn't be, like Zinnia s

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

"What about the other side? Aren't you going to kiss the other one?" "..." Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. Her cheeks flared into a lovely, deep crimson. Tham’s gaze darkened with intensity, and a slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. He wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. His thick, well-shaped lips captured hers in a kiss that was achingly tender. Kajarin parted her lips, surrendering to his advance as her eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was sweet and lingering, the heat between them rising steadily.

He tilted her head back, his silver eyes darkening into a deep, consuming obsidian as he leaned down, his breath warm against her lips. "If I step into your kitchen, Kiarra," Valarian whispered, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers, his voice rough with a sudden, fierce possessiveness, "I am never stepping back out." "Good," Kiarra breathed, closing the final distance herself and pressing her lips firmly against his. Valarian's restraint melted as he backed her swiftly up against the nearest wall, devouring her mouth as he pulled her deeply into his embrace. As he deepened the kiss, he gave himself permission to no longer hold back.

With a single, powerful, and entirely demanding yank of her wrists, Vivienne pulled his massive frame down toward hers, completely eliminating the remaining space between them as she drove her lips directly onto his in a deep, fierce, and completely commanding kiss. Damian let out a low, sharp grunt of surprise against her mouth, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before his arms wrapped violently around her waist, pulling her sleek, toned body flush against his chest as the mutual possessiveness exploded between them like a physical force. The kiss was raw, intense, and filled with the shared malice of two predators who had finally found their perfect match in the shadows of the c