Slade Villain Novels & Stories

His expression was blank and he immediately started making his way towards me dragging everyone's attention with him as he did so. My heart beat faster as he closed the gap between us and from the side, I saw blondie angrily staring at us. It was like everyone could tell what was happening. There was silence as he stopped in front of me and touched me. His touch indeed confirmed we were mates and made me smile. He ran me a look from head to toe before speaking, "I Henrik Reedi, Beta of the bloodfang pack, reject you, Avena Slade as my mate." My smile fell as my heart crushed into two and the sharp piercing in my chest hurt so bad I almost couldn't breath. At the same time I felt Sage trying

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

And at the very end of his ability being used on the dhampir. He saw it all. It was a place so dark and vicious. There were thousands of armies of dhampir and the one leading it all was a lone man. A scar on his left blue eye and crimson red eyes on his right. A face so similar yet unfamiliar to Leon. And right there, a name was uttered by Leon while seeing the memories of the dhampir. “Slade…” Leon fell on his knee too after using his ability on the dhampir. He already saw what he’s been looking at the dhampir’s memories. It’s an important key to who might be behind the missing woman.

Slade leaned against his desk, arms folded, watching me with an unreadable expression. “You handled yourself well,” he said quietly. “Stop saying that,” I muttered. He huffed a soft, reluctant sound. “You did.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “Shawn won’t stop.” “No,” Slade agreed. “But neither will I.” I looked at him and saw an ally. A dark, sarcastic, morally questionable ally but an ally nonetheless. “Thank you,” I whispered. He stiffened like the word physically struck him. “Don’t make it weird.”

“She thinks you’ll explain everything.” “She’s naive,” Slade said flatly. “She believed what she wanted to believe. That was the point.” I felt my heart drop. “Then why promise her anything?” Damon asked. Slade let out a tired sigh. “Because we needed her. She was the only one who could get us into that pack. She had to feel important. Useful. And she did what I wanted.” “And now?” Damon asked. “She’s done her part,” Slade said. “There’s no need to tell her about the prophecy or her powers. Knowing will only make her reckless.”

he murmured, sparing Gigi a brief glance before leaving in silence. ............ "What kind of delusion made you think you could kidnap his woman and survive?" Slade asked Carl, the boss of Marinos. "His woman is his only raw nerve. I don’t think he would hesitate to give up Italy for her," Carl replied. Slade let out a low chuckle. "The moment he gets his fiancée back, he’ll slaughter every last one of you," Slade said coolly. "Already humming the tune of your in-laws?" Carl mocked, then added darkly, "And I am not even sure I’ll let the woman live."

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

And he was not even flirting! How he wanted to tell her in exact words what he wanted to do with that horrible gown but he refrained his male instincts. It was too early and he would raffle her too much. She was already tensed at having her father across the room and Adam knew she would not be able to handle him right now. How he wanted to talk to that…man to beg her not to treat Rhea in such a horrendous way. But if only life was that easy. Slade Palmer was a true bastard and no matter hard how his friends had tried, he had always asserted that he would never accept that girl as his daughter. And besides, one could not love on demand. Who better than him to know that?

Sylvie felt the room tilting. Her world, the privilege, the luxury, the identity, was standing on crumbling ground. "He wants the company," she said quietly. "Not me." Zade’s expression shifted. Just a hint. "Not at all. This is business," Zade replied. "And business requires… sacrifice." Sylvie’s voice broke. "Why me?" Zade leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Because you’re the one thing Cole values enough to make a deal worth respecting." Sylvie stood up staggering back.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.