Novel & Cerita Once A Villain Saige Parker

It barely takes seconds for Shane to shift into his wolf and together Killian and I meet a beyond angry Sage. We’ve never fought in our entire lives. Sage is about to fight back. Killian is about to counter the move. Together we are both stopped by the car door being opened and a woman murmuring weakly, “S-stop”

It’s as if she could turn my words into a reality, a reality that I would resist with every fibre of my being. I burst back into the tent, the sound of my heavy footsteps echoing off the canvas walls. Xavier’s voice reaches my ears, his words dripping with insincere promises. “I’ll talk to her,” he says, his voice laced with bullshit. Returning, his face is etched with anger, a throbbing vein pulsating on his forehead. Once again, he has failed to see through Sage’s web of lies, and now I am left playing the role of the villain. Fine then, if that’s what they want, I’ll embrace it.

He then placed a bandaid on the affected area. “Thanks.” Taylor sighed. He knew Leila’s experienced bad things in the past that kept on hunting her. He was worried that those people involved were the ones who did this to her. “Tell me who did this to you?” Leila’s clear eyes gazed at Taylor. With a bitter smile, she answered, “It was Ayla Parker.” “Your sister?” She nodded. “She was asking me to stay away from my ex whom she said is going to be engaged to her.”

It addressed the shadow Mia had tried to cast over me: "Furthermore, after an interrogation of the captured scents and digital trails, we find Ava Hart—the Silver Wolf of Turner Studios—entirely innocent of these schemes. To restore the honor of the craft, the Vale officially acknowledges her grace and integrity, proven by the evidence we hold in our iron grip."

"Check that area and find out what happened. Take Sage. That freaky bitch is good at finding shit like that." I could hear Liam's reluctance to include Sage. She was not someone to mess with and probably the only woman I had any respect for. She had been trained by her father and brothers, all of whom were deep inside the crime world of trafficking, to be an effective tracker and assassin. When one of their girls would run off, it was Sage's job to bring her back and teach her the biggest lesson of her life. Sometimes that lesson ended up with a dead girl and a shallow grave somewhere we knew she favored. She never allowed us to know where her burial grounds were, and we didn't ask. Bitch wa

Sage spoke without any trace of caring, her voice cold and threatening. "If you dare say anything to Kael, next time it won't just be going without food. Got it?" She leaned down so her face was level with theirs, her eyes hard and dangerous. "I can make your lives much worse than they are now. You think you're hungry? You think you're tired? I can show you what real suffering looks like." In River and Stone's eyes, Sage had instantly transformed from the gentle woman they'd known into a terrifying monster. They didn't dare fight back and could only nod frantically, agreeing to whatever she said.

If what it suggests is true, if the name signed at the bottom really authorized the extinction of the healing packs… Some truths change everything. And some enemies are closer than we ever imagined. But watching Sage move through combat sequences with growing confidence, seeing her strength bloom despite everything, I know one thing for certain: whoever tried to erase her legacy failed. They left one survivor. One heir to ancient power. I pull Sage closer under the guise of demonstrating a move, breathing in her scent of honeysuckle and rain. My mate. My miracle. We need to understand why the healing packs were really destroyed. Prove who gave the order to wipe them from history.

she stammers. The second video plays. Sage is in a hotel room, injecting Kane's father and my mother with aphrodisiacs while they're unconscious. The crowd erupts in shocked murmurs. Pack members point accusingly at Sage. "She drugged them!" "She set up the whole thing!" The third video shows Sage meeting with the witch. Her voice is clear as she instructs the witch to lie about needing my mother's heart. "Tell them only her heart will work. Make sure they believe it's the only way."

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.