روايات وقصص ضمن Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

He was fast, I had to admit, but I was faster, and soon he gave up running as he knew I would catch up. "Traitor!" he cursed at me. "I am the traitor, but you stand there, cold-blooded creatures, and watch as those girls are used." "You did the same, and that's their use; it is for the greater good, they are nothing but humans, another set of animals." "The greater good sounds like what the villain always says, don't you think?" "He would kill you for this." "He would not know about this; who is there to tell him?" "You can't hide amongst us forever; he would find out one day."

“You’ve been using this body for too long,his soul’s thread is dissolving.” I tilted my head. “It doesn’t matter. I only need him alive long enough for the story to end my way.” Her gaze flicked up at me,half amusement, half admiration. “Ever the strategist. One might almost mistake you for the villain of your own legend.” I smiled faintly, stepping closer to the slab. “Villains don’t crave what’s pure,” I said. “They destroy it. I intend to keep mine.” Kaela’s grin widened. “Ah, obsession,the language of kings and monsters.”

I was stunned. " Just who the fuck do you think you are to lay a hand on my precious daughter," a chill went down my spine when Pa's voice boomed. " Oh fuck," murmured Nigel, fear striking his face. He slowly turned as I did and came face to face with no other than Sebastian Vlad Moono, the infamous rogue king. Five rogues in their human form were slightly behind him, all glaring at my ex-boyfriend and the few rogues he came with.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

"But they haven't won the girl. If you stay with me now, they’ll kill us both. If you play the victim, you stay in the light. You stay where you can find the key to the Trust’s vault. You become the hunter I made you to be." He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was less of a goodbye and more of a branding. It was raw, suffocating, and tasted of the chemicals that had nearly erased her. It was the kiss of a man who would rather be hated by the world than lose the only person who understood his darkness. "I am the villain in your story, Ivy," he whispered against her lips. "Make them believe it. Make it the most beautiful lie they’ve ever heard."

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

He said coldly, before turning towards my direction. “This is my daughter, Mara.” He said before pointing towards her. “I'm glad to meet a beautiful angel.” I voiced out softly. “Don't form friendships here, because I'm never going to treat you as my mother.” The young girl said before she ran to her room. At that point I wondered what sort of training they gave such a child, because she wasn't just rude but also a beast. It seems it runs through the family line, the villain nature of the Adrian's didn't stop at their father but also followed to their grandchildren.

Something fell on the ground. I looked down. It was a cup and the content spilled on the marbled floor, close to my feet. The man's cologne was so strong that it was overriding my senses. Slowly, I trailed my gaze up to look at his face. He was tall with dark hair and a strong jawline. And his lips were firmly drawn into a thin line that spoke of brutality. He looked far more dangerous than handsome. But even as dangerous as he looked, he looked almost as if his face had been sculpted by the world's best sculpter. I could have sworn I had never seen anyone as handsome as that.

They had been too young, too tied down by their father's oppressive rule. “More dangerous than Harrington?” Harry repeated, his voice low with disbelief. “That’s a bold statement, Phillipe. Who could be worse than that psychopath?” Phillipe clenched his fists, recalling the man’s sharp eyes and cold demeanor. There had been something in the way he moved, the way he looked at Ellaine, that had sent a chill down his spine. “I don’t know who he is,” Phillipe admitted, “but he’s no ordinary guy. Whoever he is, he’s got a presence—one that makes you want to stay the hell away.”

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.