Two Face Villain Novels & Stories

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

The files blurred in front of me as conflicting emotions warred inside—Dare’s icy threats, Serena’s mockery, Julian’s possessive desperation. My phone vibrated silently on the desk. A new message from the unknown number appeared. Unknown: Careful. Both of them are playing a long game. My blood ran cold. I looked up toward Dare’s closed office door, where low voices murmured behind it. Then back at my phone, the message burning in my palm like evidence of a war I’d just stepped into the middle of. Dare wanted revenge. Julian wanted control. And I was caught between two Blackthorne men who would burn everything down to win.

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

I zipped my suitcase and faced him. "No, you will stay here and recover, you will never go there" he decisively said and turned to walk out of my room. "I am going there whether you like it or not, it's not like you care for me," I shouted, looking at him provocatively. "Xian! You are not going to that woman, not now, not ever. Look at you now, you are talking back at me, ever since you've known that woman you learned to go against me is this what you have learned from her?!!" He stopped on his track and faced me.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

I also didn’t miss the way his voice changed drastically at the mention of mate. They were bittered and angry, I knew. If not their voices, their eyes held all the bitterness like vile, their tongue ready to spit venom. Their brain, a working factory for evil. Everyone was out to save his or her skin while their face contorted into that of a pleasant smile. They all summed up to two words. two faced “We were talking and we concluded on one important question; is she fit to be the Luna of this pack?” That was Jude the mother fucker spewing waste as usual from his mouth. And the she was Freya.

He affirmed and I trembled, aching so desperately in the spot between my thighs and wishing one of the two men in here would kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. “But, she isn’t a good girl. Do not let her good girl act fool you, because she’s actually a really bad girl.” Justin murmured as he drew even closer and as his words slid over my skin, it was like every word was being imprinted on every Inch of my body, making it even harder for me to not try to get some much needed friction between my thighs. “She isn’t, right? I thought as much. I knew she was a really bad girl from the onset.” Blaze hummed out and a soundless moan bubbled in my throat.

PROLOGUE The city of shadows and secrets, where power whispers through the streets and fear cloaks the night, is ruled by two names that send shivers down the spine of every inhabitant: Lucian and Dominic. These twins, with their strikingly identical appearances but uniquely dangerous auras, are the reigning mafia lords of the country. Their empire, built on ruthlessness and an iron will, is a testament to their dominance in a world where weakness is not an option.

His eyes blaze with murderous intent. Perplexed, Alexander stares at the man before him, trying to comprehend the situation. He demands, "Who the hell are you?" His voice booms in the confined space. Romano's breathing steadies slightly, and a bitter laugh escapes his dry lips. "You really have no idea, do you?" he accuses. Taking a deep breath, Romano reveals to Alexander that he had an identical twin. Alexander listens in shock as Romano recounts how he killed his twin brother, the leader of The White Roses.