Villain Hotel Novels & Stories

Now he wasn't sure he'll be seeing either his wife or side chick ever again considering the eerie smile his she-devil of a boss was sending him. "I didn't meant to ma'am, my sister is very sick, she's in the hospital, last stage of ovarian cancer." His tongues spewed the lies while his brain tried coming up with escape route, he could run out now, take the stairs, the securities will be waiting by the elavator so definitely the stairs, and his car? Damn his car! He'll go for a taxi as soon as he leaves and they'll never see or hear from him again, he's made enough money to last him at least two years with Vicky, his beloved side chich, he won't go to his wife, he'll get caught if he does, sh

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

"BREAKING NEWS FROM THE HEART OF THE CITY. A HIGH-PROFILE MURDER HAS JUST OCCURRED AND SUSPECTS ARE AT LARGE AND CONSIDERED TO BE WELL ARMED AND DANGEROUS. ALL ROADS ARE HEREBY BLOCKED, AND A CITY WIDE SECURITY PROTOCOL HAS BEEN TRIGGERED. THE VALENTINO GRAND HOTEL IS NOW UNDER A TOTAL LOCKDOWN AS ALL EXITS HAS BEEN SEALED FOR THE NEXT 48 HOURS. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO LEAVE YOUR SUITES." What followed next was the sound of the heavy electronic bolts of the suite door clicking shut. Thalia froze. “What was that?" she breathed. She ran to the door, pulling the handle, but It didn't budge. "No... no, this can’t be happening," she whispered. She stopped when she felt Julian’s hard length poked her fr

Virelle walked into the hotel. As she got in, the hotel smelled like money. The floor was properly polished, with a marble floor and a chilled lavender scent in the air. As she stepped in, it was as if she belonged there. She was surprised she came to actually fuck a man she'd never met before. She has been talking to the guy for weeks; they usually have late-night calls and chat with each other's voice notes drenched in innuendo. With each voice note she listens to, she likes his voice. He spoke about some dirty things he wanted to have with her, but Virelle was focused on just having a one-night stand with him.

My vision began to blur. Just when I thought I was about to pass out, rapid, heavy footsteps echoed from the hotel entrance. It was Uncle Eric striding toward us. "Oy, nephew! I found it! That bitch Nyla really has been cheating on you!" he shouted. "She's booked rooms here more times than you have in the past few years. She even had the nerve to give your VIP card to that boy toy of hers! I'm going to skin her alive!" Uncle Eric—the hotel's biggest investor—had walked in with several senior executives and security guards in tow.

Inside the cavernous space, fluorescent lights flickered over crates and rusting machinery. At the center stood a man in his late thirties sharp suit, smug grin surrounded by three armed thugs. Multiple monitors showed footage of Raven and Damien: the hotel balcony, the mansion bedroom, even earlier clips from their secret encounters. “Damien Vale,” the man said, spreading his arms. “Or should I call you Daddy? Took you long enough.” Damien stepped into the light, pistol already drawn. “You made the mistake of touching what’s mine.”

“That is not always the same thing.” Violet glanced at Theodore. “I know.” Marisol continued. “Hotel is booked under my name. Two adjoining rooms. Interior hallway. Third floor. Cameras in lobby, hall, and parking lot. Not owned by Cain Holdings, but there was a hospitality loan connected to a regional bank that Cain acquired fourteen years ago.” Violet closed her eyes. “Seriously?” “Relax. Cain sold that bank nine years ago. I checked current ownership. It’s clean enough for tonight.” Clean enough.

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?