Villain: After Slacking Off The Protagonist Collapse 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.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

“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.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

My eyes darted up to him, completely wide, my mind scrambling to understand what I had done. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, fuming with a dark, twisted anger. "You brought your fucking people down here?!" he screamed, his voice booming off the cold concrete walls. "You think you can mess with us?! Green Viper will rise, trust me!" He spat directly onto the floor and swung his arm back, landing another vicious slap on the exact same spot. My lip split instantly. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth, warm and thick. "We would rise! None of your fuckers can stop us!" he roared, and this time, he pulled his hand back into a tight fist and slammed a heavy punch right into my

Just him. Relief flooded her so violently her knees nearly gave out. “You’re back,” she breathed. His lips curved faintly. “Yes.” Behind him— The void cracked again. A thin red fracture split the darkness. A voice echoed from beyond it. The villain. “You really thought I’d let you finish this?” Cade’s expression shifted instantly. Hardened. Not monstrous. Not fractured. Just focused. The red crack widened — revealing the real world bleeding through. Fire. Smoke. Men shouting.

The coat had slipped slightly, revealing the soft curve of her shoulder. “She won't let me,” I said. “She hates the Vanes. She was Damien’s girlfriend, and once she realizes Nick Vance was a lie, she’ll hate me more than anyone.” “Then don't be a Vane,” Yaga said, turning to leave. “Be the man who catches her when she falls. Because she’s going to fall soon, Nikolai. The assassins aren't done, and the serum is failing.” “So you’re suggesting I keep lying to her?” I asked, but she was already walking away.

Besides— “He is a billionaire with everything he wants, perfect body, perfect face, no kids, a wife, and enough stamina for eight rounds in a night. “What exactly needs saving?” The comments exploded. [Holy hell. Villianess’s attack power is maxed out.] [She just says whatever she wants. I’m sweating.] [Eight rounds? Are we serious? Cast me in two episodes please.] [Ugh, this makes me dislike the heroine. Author, please rewrite the romance line.] [Right? She is supposed to be a pure sweet little girl, not a sour grape.] Quincy was stunned speechless. My words seemed to hit a nerve.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

--- A subordinate carefully lowered his head. --- "We failed." --- Victor said nothing. --- The silence became unbearable. --- Then finally— --- "Leave." --- The subordinate immediately obeyed. --- The moment the room emptied, Victor's eyes darkened. --- Adrian Blackwell. --- That was becoming a problem. --- A serious problem. --- Because Adrian wasn't supposed to be involved. --- Not yet. --- Victor turned toward the city skyline. --- The game was changing. --- And he disliked unexpected variables. --- Back at Hart Mansion...