The Villain Discovered My Identity Novelas e Histórias

he suspected. "Huh?!" Ryan cupped his face and let him look at her. "Why would I do that? I won't hurt my baby." Slyvester smiled in excitement. Then an idea came to him. His smile vanished at the thought of the answer. "I knew it!" he gasped. "Someone from the three stepped on me with both feet." The only person who could do that was the man sitting across from him. And that's... " Vincent," Slyvester said while gritting his teeth. If Slyvester is Cinderella, Vincent is the stepmother—the main villain.

Her first investigation had already begun, and the first secret uncovered was the most terrifying one: her own identity and its deadly trajectory. The gravel crunched under her shoes as she walked, each step echoing the beginning of a perilous journey she never asked for, in a story where she was destined to lose. But Vivian Ashworth, the soul from another world trapped within the villainess, was determined to rewrite the ending. One terrifying, uncertain step at a time.

I’m sure I look like a complete idiot right now, I’m just finding out the guy I’ve been seeing is none other than Dymion Endymion, our sworn enemy. I can’t believe that I’d trusted this snake, my heart swelled with what I believed was love as I gazed into Mr. Dee's eyes, unaware of the dark intentions that lurked beneath his charming facade. I’d trusted him completely, oblivious to the fact that he was actually Dymion, the villain who sought to destroy my life, I mean, our lives, both mine and Keith’s. Holy Fuck! How could I have been so stupid?

Besides, a villain usually had sharper senses, and that was why it was not easy for the hero to defeat them. Vivian wouldn't say she was the hero here, but she was sure that Lily was the villain, and that woman also had the sharp senses of a true villain. Even if she hadn't said anything, Lily could already tell that she was hiding something, and Vivian knew that it wasn't a good sign for her. 'That mysterious man seems to be rich and powerful, and judging from this woman's temperament, she might soon hire people to investigate. If that man finds out, I'll be in trouble,' she thought to herself instead of immediately responding to the older woman.

“You enjoy watching people suffer and not for once have you ever seen yourself as a villain. You’re always the victim.” The words struck her harder than any slap could have. For a second, her entire body froze, then her expression darkened. “Oh, I have turned into the villain now? That’s fine,” she hissed. “If you are still hellbent on moving forward with your decision, then you will leave me with no option than to tell everyone what happened years ago. I'll tell Aria exactly what kind of monster her husband is. I will tell her you killed the only...”

"Back then, you were blacklisted by Pavilion. When everyone was calling for the dark forces to be killed, you almost died under the knife of a bounty hunter. Now you have transformed yourself and become the leader of a killer organization. You are really a villain who has achieved success." "Why, have you had enough of the stable life and have forgotten your own reasons? You are so bold that you dare to touch even the person that this shadow master likes?" The ending tone of the man in black rose slightly, with an innate deterrent power, which made everyone around him feel a bone-chilling chill. Upon hearing this, One-Eyed Jack's face suddenly changed, and his originally small eye also widen

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

My mind played back last night like a fever dream—the bath, the champagne, the weight of him against me. You have to fall in love with me. You have no choice. I pressed my palms over my eyes. Think, Romy. Think. I was trapped in a fortress. No weapons. No phone. No way to tell Xry I was still alive. My "Viper" identity was compromised–pinned to a murder I hadn't committed. My name was a ghost, and the only person who knew I existed was the man I was supposed to kill. And my family? They all thought I was in Alaska.

It was our mate, I wondered what was she doing out here late at night? “Stop stalling and go to mate, I wasn’t to see her” Villain said. “I ran to back to the pack house, when I got close enough, I shifted into my human form. I went back over to the same tree to grab my clothes, when I put the last piece of my clothing on I walk out of the tree. Her scent was strong I knew she was close by I turn around there she appears in front of my eyes.

They had no idea the chaos I’d just unleashed. “Find out who did this!” Viktor yelled, his voice hoarse with fury. “I want them bleeding!” The irony made me smile under my disguise. They were tearing each other apart over something as petty as an itching powder trick, and all the while, the real threat was right under their noses. Viktor thought he was the hunter, but he was wrong. I was the one setting the traps.