Villain And Saint Novels & Stories

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

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.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Zion said in his drunk state, his tears piling up in his eyes. "Fuck, you're crying again"Saint rolled his eyes. "Don't leave me," he said,then wrapped his hands around his waist. "Fucking bitches will be better than this shit, you're annoying me with your senseless behavior "Saint yelled and he sniffed. "I love you too,"Zion mumbled. Saint sighed,he pushed him on his back, looking at him. Earlier Ryan was also smiling and laughing while chatting with the same girl. He hates this love stuff cos of the villain part, when he's not mad, will he fall deeply in love with a girl.

“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.

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.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

"First you put your life in danger to save her at the previous party. Then you even got shot in her stead. Why're you even risking your life for someone related to a traitor and our enemy?" "You're overreacting CJ!" Saint replied, his tone raising higher also. "Overreacting? Mio dio!" CJ scoffed letting out a dry laugh. "Have you forgotten-" "Non l'ho fatto, CJ. I haven't. You keep bringing this up! I haven't! I think about it fucking every day!" Saint answered, cutting him off. The conversation was getting really heated. "This was supposed to be our revenge and for you to take back the power that rightfully belongs to you after all these years. We've worked so hard for this. You've worked s

“And this is Suea. Yes. He is a weretiger, but he is no threat. He is an ally.” “How can we trust you?” Ghost steps towards Saint. “You abandoned us for months. You let Bronx block you like a fucking weak wolf and we were all treated like shit.” “Saint, what the Hell is wrong with Ghost?” I whisper while we listen to our best friend chew us out. “No idea, but I’m about to put an end to it.” He says in an unnervingly calm tone. “What do you mean put an en-” Without warning, Saint leaps forward and tackles Ghost, grabbing him by the neck and bringing him down to the ground. He leans his larger body heavy on Ghost who struggles to break free. Saint’s growl rumbles the ground, and he clamps down

And since Bea was under Vidar’s control, she was under Saint’s control. And what did the Saint wish for more than anything? Weaken Diana and her wolf.