Livewire Villain Novels & Stories

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.

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.

It's handwritten on thick, cream-colored cardstock, the penmanship immaculate and sharp. Liviel. Vampire awakener. 99.28% purity. Combat rating: A-. Unaffected by sunlight. Superior night mobility. Proposes continued team affiliation through graduation. Terms: Negotiable. I read it twice. Liviel is leaning back in the seat next to me, staring at the ceiling and pretending she isn't holding her breath. Then there's Chloe. Her application is direct, listing her divine manifestation—a golden belt that amplifies desire and builds devotion. It's a power set that includes direct communication through dreams.

Jana lowered her head and contemplated about Vivien. "After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round."

No matter what, he would never hurt Liliana when Sarah was around. So hearing her words, Graham lost his concentrate on other. After all, Villain chooses to stay as Villain. Deep down the option to be a better person never leaves, so does the feelings of being a better father.

Shivers run down Alexis's spine. He thought he saw a devil for a while in Liam’s face. It was a matter of life and death, and he knew that Liam would regret it someday. His friend is not a murderer or will let something like rape happen to anyone. He was only clouded by anger. Why would they always have to touch Davi? An alpha whose omega was defamed, humiliated, and hurt—did they not think this man would not retaliate? What a bunch of idiots they are.

With his looks, I wouldn't be surprised if he became a playboy. As we reached the employee room, he locked the door and leaned on the table. "Duke Vel Lavite" He initiated "or should I say, Duke Nicholas Sebastian Vel Lavite, ruler of the Vel Lavite Duchy." I flinched as soon as I've heard his name.

No one played me—not even my father was able to do so. I hated being made to look stupid and that was exactly what Livia was doing. I was going to get to the bottom of who she was and why Viktor brought her to me, and if I found out she was an enemy, she would wish she were never born. I didn’t care how much I liked her. She would suffer by my hand. “Whoever she is, she has been a part of the mafia. She was not even scared and she knew how to fucking treat a bullet wound—like she has done that so many times.”

I challenged. Viktor made a casual face of indifference. “Sure, go ahead,” he encouraged. “You can easily ruin it for her where she has reunited with her biological father after twenty-something years, and by that logic, Marco is her half-brother now. I am sure Lilliana would be delighted to see you with her newfound family.” Yeah, when he put it that way. “When have I become the villain?” I snickered at him. “You are always and essentially the villain. The problem is Dominic,” Viktor said, and he was back to his dominant outline. “When you try and play the fucking hero.”

“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.