Villain Days Novels & Stories

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

Ophelia might give him the Nine Day Yin Herb after all. A burst of louder laughter erupted. Wicked Valley will be gone in two days? What nonsense is this? Susan frowned and shook her head. Darryl was smart, but he liked to boast. She asked, “Darryl, how do you know Wicked Valley will be destroyed in two days?” Darryl smiled, he said, “Nothing much, I deduced from the weather. Wicked Valley has lost its aura—in two days a huge catastrophe will happen.” He pointed to the sky.

"But the thing about villains is, they always get their panties in a twist and blame someone else for their failed love stories. Let’s set the record straight, BJ: I rejected the current Alpha King. I dumped his greedy, self-serving ass. Yet here you are, still chasing me, still trying to pin all your misery on me. You’re so deluded you don’t even realise how pathetic you look, showing up here to murder me like some kind of cartoonish antagonist." “Pathetic!" Diane’s voice cut through the tension like a whip, her fury unrestrained. "You’re pathetic, Victoria!" BJ let out a shriek that was somewhere between a laugh and a scream, her voice laced with malice. "Pathetic, am I? Do you even know w

A bright, glowing red digital countdown clock appeared, the numbers ticking backward with a relentless, rhythmic pulse: 99:23:59:59 "You have exactly one hundred days to bring Julian to his knees," Silas continued, his voice void of any emotion. "If, on Day 101, Julian Vance still holds a single dime, or if you fail to expose his crimes to the world, the deal is broken. The same assets I am using to pull you out of this prison tonight will turn into an execution order. My people will find you, and they will terminate you. There will be no trial, Vivian. No second chances. You either destroy him, or you die." I stared at the glowing red numbers on the phone. The seconds were already slipping

Villix I was even degraded as the villain of their story when in fact, I am also a victim… But if they do want me to be one, why not give them what they want? Ciara is a closet killer, I bet almost everyone already knew that fact, but what no one knew was that she's also a closet psycho. Meanwhile, Killix was also didn't raised well, a brat who strived to save the woman who killed her mother. Of a thousand times I tried to be good for them, I got nothing good in return. Instead, what I have got is mere insult, betrayal, and death threats.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

- Reverse to the original state of the host's body upon entry. Do you ACCEPT or REJECT this mission?} 'Although losing my precious healthy body is quite a turn off. The thrill of playing detective and these rewards looks interesting, supersedes that. I accept!.' {Mission Accepted Time Remaining: 6 days-X Hours-59 seconds} She sighed sadly. "What company feud? Seeing you so protective and sensitive over it must be true. I found out two weeks ago on a celebrity gossip page." {This celebrity gossip escape move, might be caught one day, host} The system teased.

But he refused to stop, to rest, to feed, or even to enter his daily sleep. He worked for three days and three nights. BOOM! The bedroom door was blasted off its hinges. Clarence’s father, Victor, stormed in. Victor, one of the ancient vampire princes, was long retired but still commanded immense authority. The look on his face shifted from fury to shock when he saw his son. Clarence was kneeling by the bed, surrounded by countless crystal shards. His hair was a mess, his eyes were sunken, and he was gaunt. He was still meticulously trying to fit the pieces together, his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold them.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

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.