روايات وقصص ضمن Villain Fanfiction

He must have thought I was about to sympathize with him for allowing an ordinary maid turn him into a weeping wolf. I watched as Vikky braced himself, gathering the strength to reveal more of his inner turmoil. "You must be happy that she's gone," he muttered, unable to meet my gaze. "I can now turn my attention to Alecia. Exactly what you and your friend have always wanted,” he added, as a single tear welled in his eyes, shimmering like a moonlit diamond.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

And I had a feeling my dagger was not an almighty weapon. They had not noticed me. Yet. The brown-haired girl finally screamed in pain, a satisfied groan from the guy who still had his neck bent to her wrist. Her other wrist that was on him dropped lifeless to her side. She– she was dead. Immediately, he dropped her to the ground. Not harshly, but not quite caring where she fell, as long as she was off him. Seeing her face, my blood went cold. It was Ophillia from ward three who had joined in the truth and dare game. And then, he looked up. Red glowing eyes I recalled were once silver met mine.

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

"So you have two options. Either you let me in early so you can do this on your fucking terms and get whatever you want out of that marriage… or you keep fighting me and still watch me ruin it, and you lose everything in the process." My eyes flies open. "You… you’re such a villain. I’ve been stuck in this marriage for years," I say quietly. "If I’m getting out, I need a prince charming to sweep me off my feet. And you…" "I’m not a prince charming. I’m not even a knight in shining armor, Ciara. I’m the villain. And I will do anything... fucking anything to have what’s mine." After he says that, we just stare at each other, our hearts beating loudly.

Well, every girl is the heroine of their hero. His always emotionless eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile. Taking him off guard. He took the girl out to the roof to play with rain, the same girl he was supposed to kill. The same girl who recorded and threatened him. The same girl who looks at him with utmost disgust in her innocent eyes. And it all felt like a story. A villain falling in love with an innocent heroine. And like every villain he also doesn't mind burning the whole fucking word just to have her beside him.

Aesthelia was about to explain what happened when she got interrupted by Gior's growl. Aesthelia felt her lips run dry. She can't stop herself from glaring at the man. "What excuses would you make this time? Aren't you being foolish to think you could get away with your lies? " Gior spoke, burning in rage, and it was visible in his eyes that the trust he had in Aesthelia was long gone. Aesthelia's jaw clenched. The character she was so in love with turns out differently now that she's meeting him as the villainess, Aesthelia Rasc.

“Without even knowing, he stirred the hornet’s nest with his own hands. And whoever does that… should have no complaints when they get stung.” My wife laughed, that beautiful, musical laugh that held a blade’s edge. She bent down, her dark hair brushing my chest, and kissed me. It was a soft kiss now, full of promise and poison. “We haven’t stung yet, my love,” she whispered against my mouth. “We’ve just landed on the skin. The stinging… that comes next. And it will hurt so much more.” She had ideas. Villainous, wonderful advice on how to turn the heat up. How to make Victor’s world crumble from the inside out. How to target not just him, but everyone close to him. The girl. The boy. The cri

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

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.