Mha Ice Villain Novels & Stories

I was acutely, painfully aware of my hand on his arm and how firmly I was holding it and how little I was doing about that. I let go like I had touched a hot stove. Jannis looked down at where my hand had been. Then up at me, slow and unhurried, and something faint moved at the corner of his mouth, not quite a smile, more like a card he'd been waiting to play. "Careful, Vixen." His voice low. Just for me. "Wouldn't want the media thinking you're falling for the Ice King already." "In your dreams," I said, which would have landed considerably better if my voice hadn't come out slightly breathless.

• She reached for my hand, and I let her take it, understanding that this particular vulnerability — admitted fully, without the careful editing I’d practiced for over a decade — felt different from anything I’d allowed myself before. “Perfection protected you once,” she said. “I need you to actually hear that, because I think it’s important. The version of yourself you built after that championship, the Ice Wall, it wasn’t irrational. It was a survival strategy that made sense for a nineteen-year-old with no other tools available to him. But it can’t be allowed to keep running your entire life, Sky. What protected you at nineteen is actively costing you at twenty-eight.” “What did it cost m

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.

ARIELLA DAVENPORT….. A sudden splash of ice-cold water shocked me awake. I gasped, blinking through the blur, my body trembling against the freezing marble floor. My wrists burned where the silver chains bit into my skin. When my vision cleared, I saw him. Mikhail Volkov. The man everyone in the underworld feared—the one they called the Iron Wolf. He stood above me, dressed in black, his eyes sharp and cruel as frost. “Awake at last,” he said, his thick Russian accent slicing through the silence. His hand shot forward, gripping my jaw so hard I could feel the bruise forming. “Tell me, little dove, have you learned your lesson for defying the Master?”