Kiss The Villain Epub Novels & Stories

While lusting over me and then trailing across the bottom of my left breast with his fingertip. He smiles and sighs before grabbing my chin roughly with his other hand and leaning in even closer. His mouth hovers not even an inch from my lips and then he suddenly bites my lower lip with his teeth and tugs on it. I start to fight, by raising my other hand and slapping him across the face, but then he excitedly says, “Baby, I like it rough. You will find out soon enough when I stick my dick in every hole. Matter of fact, when I am done, you won’t ever want anyone else.” He lowers his head and takes my nipple in his mouth before biting down on it. The pain makes me wince and I start to cry,

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

“Kieran, what the fuck!” “You touched him,” Kieran seethes, voice low and dangerous; he speaks like a man who is possessed as his eyes flicker between amber and green, his wolf wanting to come out and rip the head off the person who dared to lay their filthy hands on their man. “You fucking kissed him!” Cassian’s face is almost blue from how tight and hard Kieran is pressing his against his neck. “It was just a kiss. What the hell’s your problem?” Kieran pushes harder instead; his instinct is to kill. “My problem?” he laughs, a dry and dark humorless sound that bounces off the walls. “You put your mouth on something that isn’t yours. He is fucking mine!”

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

*gasp* *Kissed* Just as I am about to push him, I am too late… At this moment my eyes enlarged while looking at him. Push him, Quinn! What are you doing?! Why are you allowing him to kiss you?! Are you out of your mind?! He’s your enemy! You hated him! You hated guys! Don’t tell me you like the kiss?! Foolish! You can’t be serious! Push him!! When I lifted my arms, Evander suddenly hold a gentle grip on it. That kind of grip trying to calm me, saying that everything is okay and I am believing him.

Her body was kissed by the spring water and she smiled as the water danced beneath her hip, lightly tickling her. Then she remembered the life of the killer as she listened to a certain Mistress's voice. She was disgusted. *** Violet opened her eyes and it glowed a darker purple shade. “I am a god. I am Xenia and they will pay for what they did to me.” She stood up from the ground, then smirked.

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.

Who'd put a gun in her hand for the first time. "His name is Alexei Vitelli," Victoria said. "And he's been running operations from outside the country. Safe. Protected. Immune." She leaned forward slightly. "But if you kill him, Dominic if you take him off the board permanently, with no trial, no evidence, just gone then I'll give you your mother. And then you'll understand why she really disappeared. And then you'll understand what it truly costs to run an empire." Dominic was staring at the photograph. At the face of the man who'd trained the woman he loved. At the face of the man he'd have to become a murderer to reach her.

My fingers gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer, stealing his breath, his warmth, his will. He responded eagerly, unaware of what my kiss truly meant. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t affection. It was the kiss of vengeance, a curse sealed between our lips. The kind of kiss that could destroy kingdoms. He didn’t know it yet, but I would make him remember everything he’d forgotten. The rejection. The blood. The pain. And when the time came, he would beg for the mercy he once denied me. I pulled away slowly, my lips brushing against his. A faint smirk played on my face as I whispered, “You taste just like regret.”

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.