Villain Eyes Novels & Stories

A square jaw held light pink lips that always seemed to be smirking at me. His face was completely devoid of emotion, even though he was smirking. His eyes held nothing but emptiness and he looked at me as scum. He looked almost the same with Vlad. If anything, he could passed as his twin. The only different from were their eyes. Vlas has striking blur eyes while Valentine has black as night eyes.

She handed the keys over to Sergei, and we all walked out to the cars and got in. “Vi, could you do something for me?” Adrien asked. We had positioned ourselves on either side of her to keep her safe. She nodded shyly. “Would you remove the contacts for me?” “Mother said I shouldn’t let people see my ugly eyes, as they would put a stain on the family. One fell out this morning, and I am worried people saw.” She mumbled. “Your eyes are what we were looking for, Melishka.” He said. “They are from our bloodline; see, I have Purple eyes as well. So do our brothers and father and our Grandfather.”

I demanded, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my sovereign authority as I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling but locking in place. The commander raised a gloved hand, slowly unlocking the clasps of his silver visor. As he pulled the metal away, my heart stopped. He didn't have the golden eyes of our pack, or the pale blue eyes of the northern outcasts. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, the sclera and pupils fused into a solid, liquid void—the exact same terrifying, bottomless black that Killian’s eyes became when his feral wolf took complete control.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

I dropped my gaze fast and stared at the ground instead until he turned to face the front again. “Your friend, Violet,” he said as we kept walking, “carries the eyes of Adelaide.” “The eyes of…Adelaide?” Nate questioned. “Yes,” Aelius confirmed. “Her mother’s eyes are powerful in a way that has not been seen in any Soothsayer of our line in many generations,” he explained. “There are things she can do that the rest of us could only dream of. We knew she was something different the day she was born.” I felt my heart beat faster. If Mom’s powerful eyes were not enough to beat Kian, then how could I ever free her?

"The guy who helped me fight the rogues, I was fighting the rogues on my own when he came, he was dressed in all black and wearing a mask. The only thing I could see was his eyes. They were such a beautiful shade of green." "His eyes were green?" "Yes, who is he? Is he a member of the pack?" Ava asked. "Yes he is, I will introduce you to him later." "Ok, I am feeling sleepy now." "Sleep, I am right here." Ryder watched as Ava slept off. So Lavender had been there as well. He must have left when he heard them approaching. Ryder knew he had to appreciate them for their deed but how was he to do that? That was the pressing question.

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.

As if that was not enough, I spoke in a teasing, suggestive tone. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like this? “Too bad, I love it.” The tip of my heel traced a line along his body, and he began to tremble. I thought Damian would burst into tears in humiliation and end me in rage. However, he simply pursed his lips and stared at me, his gaze dark and intense. “Willow, since when are you into these games? “Are you doing these things to me alone or the others too?” I lowered my gaze at him in shock.

Villin standing in front of the windows and staring outside with his hands placed inside his pocket. I placed my purse on the couch and stood in front of my desk, “Mr.Villin?” I called him, he was dressed in plain light grey pants and a white shirt tucked in his pants. His hair was neatly pushed back and something in the way he was standing made me feel like something is not right, after a few seconds, he slowly turned his head to me. His ocean blues eyes landed on me, making me stand still without moving a muscle, His eyes were intense, they were cold, like ice. They pierced right through me, those cold eyes of his. I was dead nervous, I did not know how scary and intimidating his eyes coul

It was him, he came. After completely turning back, he took his bag that had his clothes and wore them and then turned to look at her, the first thing Yael saw was his golden yellow eyes that were full of rage. She though his eyes would turn back to their usual color but no. The black orbs were now flaming with vivid yellow glow that it was like the eyes of a poisoned werewolf. She had seen this eyes before back in that hall in Zavion but today those eyes carried death.