The Villian Wants To Live Novels & Stories

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

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.

Nerien stood by the entrance of his hut, staring down at me with those cold, unreadable eyes. I really wanted to pluck them out, but I’m just a villainess in this fucking book. I’m a villainess. I was supposed to have something or someone backing me, right? I was drawn out of my thoughts by the whispers surrounding me. "Lucky her, she came out alive." "How I wish she died," A little child even said. "Mummy, I thought you said I wouldn't have to see this wicked woman again. You said she would die." "She will, soon, honey," the mother whispered back.

Little Zi Yan wraps her arms around his shoulders, "Wong Yi, from now on, you owe me your life. You have to serve as my servant, okay? You can learn from me here on, the big boss." She begins to walk with him past the garden, "Let me tell you.. In my house, I am always ignored by the servants. Guess what I do? I take revenge on them. I burn their dresses and purposefully step on their foot. Evil, I know!" Looking at him with a proud smile, little Zi Yan exclaims, "That is why you cannot let others step over you, you know? You gotta puff up and fight for yourself, Wong Yi." He nods, "Okay, I understand now.."

“Duh, he won’t. As long as we don’t get further orders from Marcellus we’re not supposed to take any action. So, right now be patient.” I wish I had come a little sooner to know about their plan but at least I can warn Zack. THIS IS WHY I HATE MAFIA!!! I swallow hard and as I sigh, the door opens in an instant making me flinch. A tall bald guy, wearing a suit stares at me in disbelief. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I manage a fake smile. “I…,” I breathe. “I’m sorry, I’m just… searching for my ring,” I swallow as I walk away quickly.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

It must have taken a long time to pull everything. On the back of his mind, he thanked he did not brought Maridelle with them. “I remember the two of you. You hurt my twin and abducted my luna. I’ll take my revenge.” His voice is shroudded in anger. Everything is flashed on his memory. He won’t miss the chance. The revenge is his. “We will see,” Viller challenged them. “Two are down. Two more to go.” Viller has captured Beta Mellow and Sebastian awhile ago. He got his hands itchy of ending them in an instant; however, they are part of the bigger plan and Hodor will kill him if he will mess everything.

“You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking?” Valen doesn’t even look at him as he leans in his seat and crosses his legs one more time. “Mr. Vikar here wants to be entertained, and he will get what he wants.” Mr. Vikar nods, eyes glinting with glee as he looks from Valen to Ilya. “You’re right, Mr. D’Avorin, and to make things more interesting, it’s going to be a fight to the death.”

"Years living as a rogue, starving and suffering while you played happy family in the home that should have been mine." "This was never going to be yours." "It would have been!" She was screaming again, spittle flying. "Dante would have chosen me if you hadn't stolen him! I did everything right, played all the right games, and you ruined it just by existing!" "Dante never wanted you. He told you that explicitly." "He would have wanted me eventually." Vivian's grip tightened on the poisoned blade. "But that doesn't matter anymore. Since I can't have the life I deserved, I'll make sure you lose everything you stole."