Romans & histoires Mommy Villainess

prepared for all of it, we gathered up and made sure we were all armed. Just incase we might need protection, as we walked in we were being stared at from all angles. I walked straight towards the bar asking for who ever is in charge and then that’s when everything turned to hell. The man pointed behind me in the darkish corner. Red fucking hair, my mother fucking mother. She looked all to please with herself as she leaned back into her chair her black boots placed on the table and a beer in hand. Well, this I did not expect, what a fucking actress she is. “You came to negotiate baby?” I could feel the bile of vomit raising into my throat as I tried to swallow it back, what the fuck did we

She declared and awaited a response from me. I quickly asked Echo what he thought, but he didn't give me a reply as always. "Damn! I hate you Echo" I growled inside my head. "I hate you too, Damien. As much as you hate yourself!" He spoke. Echo was killing me. He wasn't a gift from the Moon Goddess. He was a curse! "1 month. And he must abide to the rules of this pack or he'll be thrown out instantly!" I remarked. "Sure, son." My mom seemed happy. I already knew why. I knew the kind of woman she was, so I wasn't surprised. All she ever did was fuck around like she did uncle Mason. Good thing he stood his ground many times.

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.

She looked at Maridelle. Maridelle reciprocated her smile, but smiling even better than her. “Game. Let’s do it.” They are full of excited anticipation. Hodor is sitting on his throne; Vamoire is on his right and the inseparable Jek and Viller found a corner to embrace. Whilst Maridelle sat on the foot of his throne, she filled herself with thougths of what she could possibly do the beings she is going to feed with her blood. All of her imagination is pure evil, leaving no space for kindness. She desired for something unbeatable and could cause real terror as she plays with a newly whetted dagger on her hand.

she added, folding her arms smugly. Rose's eyes narrowed as she stared at Brindle with disgust. "You think you can get away with everything, don’t you? You’re nothing but a desperate, conniving coward trying to ruin other people’s lives because you can't stand your own misery. You are an evil person; villains aren’t born, they are created. A demon on earth. I will make sure you pay for it. Your mother must be somewhere regretting giving birth to someone like you."

DANTE “Well, I’d hate to come from your family—if that helps.” The corners of my mouth lift before I can catch myself and I'm laughing. Only Valeria could say something like that and make it sound that damn funny. That wasn’t supposed to be funny. I should probably defend my parents, especially Mom, but I’ve lived long enough to know better. They’re real-life villains ,or superheroes—depending on who’s watching. And Valeria... she’s worth the damn trouble. Mom usually runs off my dates before dessert, and when I don’t bring them, she still finds a way to ruin it. But Valeria? She handled her. Flawlessly.

she praises me, and I almost feel bad for wanting to listen. Mommy turns around and looks at the lady. "You no-good daughter of a fucking bitch piece of shit! How dare you come near this place, near my cub? Do you have a death wish? I bet you fucking do, so why don't you get your skank ass out of the building so I can finish the abortion your parents failed years ago without messing up the carpet?" Mommy takes a step closer to the lady. The lady looks super scared, but I don't blame her because mommy says a lot of bad words. I won't tell her I heard.

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are