Novel & Cerita Villain Crossover

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.

It seemed as though to cross paths with her was an ill omen, one which they sought to desperately avoid at any cost. There were relatively few who did not know of Chiri Krane within the Alliance. Once, the upcoming genius of the Day Gate, Chiri Crouse, her fall from grace had been legendary. While many versions of her downfall circulated the Four Gateways Alliance, the most popular amongst them remained: Driven mad by an insatiable desire for power, Chiri Crouse, committed a crime so heinous that her natural gifts had abandoned her completely. Some even went as far to say she had exchanged her soul to surpass human limitations, others preferred to say that she stole them. However, all were j

“You don’t need to look embarrassed in front of me.” That only made it worse. Sophie crossed her arms suspiciously. “And you are?” “Adrian Cross.” Her eyes widened slightly. Even Sophie recognized the name immediately. Everyone did. The Cross family owned one of the largest private medical networks in the country, along with massive investments in pharmaceuticals and biotechnology. Wealthy. Powerful. Influential. But unlike Damian, Adrian Cross carried a reputation for kindness instead of fear. “You’re that Adrian Cross?” Sophie blurted.

“That sounds bad. But he told me he was warning Dad. I need to ask him directly. Like we do on the couch. He always explains when I question him.” Vivienne crossed her arms. “You’re already too attached. He’s a Cross. They destroy families.” “No,” I said. “Not him. Not with me. We’ve talked about his guilt, about how our online nights changed him. He waits for me to set the pace. That patience… I’m falling for it slowly. I can’t ignore that.” Mom touched my arm. “Then call him. But be careful. Victor dying changes everything. Adrian will come for the company.”

Victoria's smile disappeared. "The truth." Alessia stepped forward. "Give it to me." "No." Victoria looked directly at Amara. "It belongs to her." Amara looked at Alessia. Then back at Victoria. For the first time, Alessia didn't tell her what to do. She simply watched. Amara slowly stepped forward. Victoria held out the envelope. Amara took it. There was one sentence written across the front. FOR MY DAUGHTER, WHEN SHE FINALLY MEETS ALESSIA.

Dallas does a good deed by adopting six children but then she turns them all into merciless monster slayers. Creed could save my life and then lock me in a dungeon. He could kill an innocent family of creatures and then tell bedtime stories to a frightened little girl. The problem with them was that there was no in-between. They were either kind or ruthless. It was a flip of a coin and you had to cross your fingers and hope luck was on your side when the coin landed.

"But Richard Cross called me this morning. Made me an offer I couldn't refuse." My stomach drops. "He got to you." "He got to me. Offered me everything I want—money, social rehabilitation, a seat on my father's board—if I hand over the evidence and disappear. Let him handle you his way." "And you're going to do it." "That's what I thought. What I planned to do." She takes a long drink. "But then I realized something. Richard Cross is the real villain in this story. Not you. Not even Damien. Him. He's the puppet master pulling all our strings. Making us destroy each other while he watches."

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

I became a stalker for several days and nights just to know what Maddix Villaranza does every night and day. Maddix Villaranza—that is his name. He is 27 years old and loves going to a bar at night; this is the reason why I dressed like this. I'm going to a bar that I know he's going to tonight. I also heard that he doesn't trust anyone and that it's hard to get his trust, so I'm sure I'll have a hard time winning his heart and trust, but even so, I'll do everything to win it. No one can stop me from getting my revenge on that fvcking CEO of VICL.

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.