My Precious Little Villains 소설 & 이야기

he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?" I stayed quiet, letting the room's dimness fill my thoughts. Was he right? Did those sacrifices lead to my Lycan Apex? Nah, it didn't matter now. My life was already messed up, thanks to him. To all of them! "That gift ain't for the worthy. Just a payoff for our sacrifices. In the end, you'll lose those you love the most!" While I stood there watching him struggle to blurt those hurtful but seemingly true words from his mouth, he dipped his hand into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out a pistol. The gun looked

At twenty, Aubrey Hale expected to be planning midterms. Instead, she's planning a wedding — to a stranger. Dante Vescari, the widowed underboss of Kansas City, needs a wife to keep his seat. He chooses Aubrey for one cold reason: marrying her puts her father — the family's trusted advisor — under his own roof, where Dante can watch him. Because Dante knows the secret that could burn the whole family down: Edmund Hale has been meeting a federal agent. What Dante doesn't know is that Aubrey already knows too. She followed her father to the courthouse. She saw the badge. She heard the deal. Now the girl with paint on her hands is marrying the most dangerous man in the city, hiding the

, Mia half yelled. " Well coming to think of that Mia, i thought you will feel guilty about what you did and apologized but" Mia cuts in,"But what?", She asked as she walks closer to Precious to face her. "Didn't I paid you?" "Well Mia, I will make a deal with you", Precious said and began to step closer to her. Mia step back in fear," What deal?", She asked. "If you would have just told me that you love Sean and I should stay away from him I would", Precious said shooting her a glare. " I am not like other girls you can easily fool around because you have just woke the bad girl in me", She said slowly.

“Organ harvesting, child trafficking, cocaine cupcakes, underage hit squads. Jesus. What’s next? Baby fight clubs?” Bain exhaled through a sharp grin. “Let’s get her back.” “And then,” Vulture said with a dark smile, “I’ll personally find Valeria, drag her liver out through her nose, and use it as a coin purse.” The baby made a sound suspiciously like a fart. “…Well said, my tiny accomplice.”

“Well, well, well.” HIS wide smile and proud tone. While from everything and the current picture that HE is seeing right now doesn’t surprise HIM a little bit at all. Knowing and always does, that the one in front of HIM is the perfect doll to be with the ranks of HIS little league of neither a hero or a villain. “Such a perfect candidate.” HE whispers, then draws a sinister smile on HIS face while looking in a bit of awe towards the little piece that HE found. The right one to be one of the puns that HE needed to dispose and made way for HIS game to fell through and ensures HIS winning end.

SABRINA MORALES A young boy was standing in front of the elevator, his headphones blasting music loud enough for me to hear from across the room. He nodded his head to the beat as he waited for the elevator to return. There was only one elevator, so I stood with him, holding the gift bag under one arm while window shopping on the new Metsy website. “Cute,” I said out loud when a pink pearl jewelry set loaded. I considered buying it. The boy and I locked eyes for a second. I looked away, scrolling past the beautiful jewelry set.

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

Stubbornness matters most when a woman is alone. There were small, unbidden luxuries to stow away: a scrap of linen soft enough to cradle a newborn, a tiny silver thimble the seamstress had dropped and wrapped in a cloth, the memory of Caelan’s voice I could coax back into my mouth when my heart trembled. I wrapped these things in the stale roll Renna had first smuggled me and hid them beneath the floorboard where the mattress did not touch. It was a small grave of hope.

“What mai—” The words died as I followed her gaze. A plain brown envelope lay beside her boot. My brows snapped together. “Who the hell dropped this?” I muttered, crouching to snatch it up. We never got mail. Not bills, not flyers, nothing. Wrong house, I almost decided until I flipped it over and saw the two words scrawled in precise black ink across the front: To Little Thief. My heart did a sickening flip. Little Thief. Only one person had ever called me that.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."