Villain And Saint Novels & Stories

I looked up, waiting for her to continue. "He's the famous Mr. Vance." I squinted at her in confusion, and she leaned in closer. "The dangerous man everyone fears. Last I checked, he practically owns half the city." At her words, my heart rate doubled once again. I had heard rumors of the infamous Vance name before, but I had never seen his face. And I slept with him? I gulped in quiet terror. "He's... that Mr. Vance?" I managed to say, clutching my hands tightly in my lap so she wouldn't see them trembling.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

he said to me, his voice sharp. Not a saint like me? What was he going on about? "I'm not some saint, Evan. I'm just me. Melody," I told him, my words slow, careful. "That's just what the problem is, isn't it?" He replied, his tone sardonic. Turning around sharply, he looked right into my eyes when he next spoke, the low rumble of his voice making goosebumps erupt all over my body. "You're too good of a soul to be treated the way these people here treat you. You're too pure, too innocent, too everything."

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

"Saint?" He immediately stood up. "Yes?" Surprise flashed over Harper's face when her eyes landed on Saint, and then that emotion turned into fear. It made Saint's heart clench. He knew he was the villain of this story, but he wanted his mate to like him. The more time he spent with Harper, the stronger those mate instincts kicked in. Saint was a bloodthirsty monster, yet he knew inside his heart that he would NEVER hurt Harper. "Uh... " Harper looked him up and down. "I brought you some food... Not that you look like you need it... Are you bigger?"

His eyes glowed faintly, not entirely human. “Saint…?” Riven whispered, disbelief tearing at him. Saint’s gaze locked on Bishop and Vex, cold and merciless. “You took everything from me… from us. Now… it ends.” The energy in the room spiked. Bishop hissed. Vex’s smirk faltered. Riven knew, in that instant, that nothing would ever be the same. Saint’s return changed everything. Allies became unpredictable, enemies more dangerous, and the game was escalating faster than any of them could anticipate.

It looked just like a god’s residence. Speaking of which, Zayn had encountered plenty of invincibilis fighters. Even a supreme powerhouse like Adam still ended up dead at his hands, but he found the Saint to be deep beyond fathomable to him when he was meeting hi again. His impression of Saint Caelum had always been deep and unpredictable. He could not sense the Saint’s presence now. He knew that the Saint of Sicut In Caelo was certainly more than a Level-1 invincibilis fighter but he was something more powerful. It was the reason why Zayn felt that way about him.

Saint had just stepped into the house, his lips curled into a wicked smirk as he surveyed the crowd of wealthy businessmen and influential figures. He hated this. Seeing so many people honoring Victoria infuriated him. ‘This was the legacy he wanted to build for himself.’ Even though he was a billionaire, he was still far from where he should be. And now, with Victoria gone, things were finally moving in his favor. His hands clenched into fists as his mind raced with possibilities. “You know you shouldn’t stress yourself, Saint. Remember the doctor’s warning,” Ciara’s voice purred as she intertwined her arm with his, feigning concern.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.