Villain Crossover Novels & Stories

--- When Vi came back upstairs, she tossed a blood-stained cloth onto the table. “He cracked. Gave me enough to connect the dots.” Christopher picked it up, scanned what was written. “Victor’s using fake identities. Keeps changing cities every forty-eight hours. All his payments are funneled through old shell companies linked to a vault bank in Zurich.” Isla frowned. “That’s not new.” Vi shook her head. “But the orders? The real strings? They’re coming from someone called ‘The Widow.’” Isla went still. “What?”

“And you’re the only person who ever told me the truth.” That made my chest feel tight. I thought for a second that he would touch me, but he didn't. He just stood there, looking like he was about to break. "What are you planning to do?" I asked, maintaining my calm voice. He hesitated, and for the first time since I had known him, I saw real uncertainty in his eyes. “I have met with some of Vanessa’s old allies,” he said. “They’re torn. Some want her gone. Some want me to take over the Cross power she stole.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Imagine that. Me, the replacement villain.”

“Hey, and why are the priests of the main temple coming down here?” “Haha, I'm not here as the priest now. But as an alchemist contractor of our Crown Prince. Would you like to talk with me for a second?” "Then talk." [thank you for loving the story of Fuschia, Dylan, and Pasha. Don't forget to leave a comment and vote at the end of the chapter. And for information, “The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later!” will not update for March. But will resume the Final Season in April. Look forward to their presence in the Final Season ^^]

Now, I’m carrying a Crosswalk bastard child who would have no inheritance, no place in our ranks. Sinking into the bed, I break down into hard sobs. Corbin had always been my dream husband - handsome, respectful, from a wealthy pack, and a friend of my brother’s. But now, I’m too soiled for his family. I’m a liability to everyone but the Crosswalks. And what’s worse, I’m now the laughing stock of the Were-society - something I never dreamt I’d be. But, if my son grows up somewhere far away, he won’t have to endure any such prejudices, would he?

Get close to the Cross family, earn their trust, find out what really happened to my father, collect whatever evidence I could and when I had everything I needed, I would tear their empire apart from the inside. I had imagined myself walking through these halls with confidence, pretending to be harmless while quietly pulling apart everything they had built. I had imagined myself being smarter than them. Instead, I had been caught in a basement by Landon Cross. Now I’m married to him and living under his roof. Eating dinner with the people I had spent months hating. I was beginning to realize something I hadn’t accounted for, the closer I got to the Cross family, the harder it was going to be

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

His voice cuts into the silence sharply, intense and lacking warmth. “I’m done being the victim, Dawson. You’ve got seven more days before you divorce me peacefully or I make you in the worst way possible.” I threatened him and walked away. I threatened Dawson Briggs and walked away. I never thought it would come to this between us and I never wanted it to, but it’s just so frustrating when I’m always the one on a show. I was the one who entered a marriage to escape my father and his family of devil incarnate. And I still was the one who married into a family who weren’t far from the devil themselves, let’s not forget it’s me who got disowned by her mother as well.

He scans her, " I hope you aren't sad to see this. What can I do? I chose to stay Villain in your story because I don't like the choice of humanity and inhumanity!" His hand reaches her face, brushing her cheek, " How could I let my enemy have a beautiful wife like you with such a cute girl? What I can't have and what he has, I have to destroy them, shouldn't I? This is how we worked, remember? Destroy those that are obstacles to our paths!" Oryx's calm stays stable as she counts every one of his words. Not only did he steal her daughter from the hospital, but also she was played by him multiple times.

She took a half-step forward, her pale eyes blazing with sharp, professional hatred. "You think you’re untouchable because you have Gabriel Cross standing outside that door," Miller hissed in a low whisper. "You think because you traded your silk tie for syndicate protection that you're safe. But enforcers like Gabriel don't die in hospital beds, Mr. Vance. They die in alleyways, in prison yards, or with a bullet in the back of their head from the men who hire them. And when he falls... you will be left standing in the dark completely alone."

I’d gotten my revenge. There was no one left to interfere with my matebond with Victor. We could finally start a family, just as we’d always wanted. I could—— ——— ‘What a predictable ending,’ I thought to myself, dropping my phone onto the bed next to me. And to think I’d thought this werewolf web novel would be different. They really got me excited in the first half, believing maybe the storyline would be unique, but it turns out it was just the same as the others. How many of these had I read now? Fifty? A hundred? Did I even care anymore?