Villain Hotel Novels & Stories

the reporter began, “an individual was thrown from one of the rooms at the Obsidian Hollow Hotel.” The dining hall grew even quieter. “The victim reportedly survived the fall but sustained severe injuries.” The screen changed. Images of police officers appeared. Emergency personnel. Hospital footage. Security barriers. “The identity of the victim remained unknown for several hours before authorities confirmed that the individual was Commander Voss, the right-hand man of His Majesty, Alpha Kael.” The glass slipped from Astarian’s fingers. Thankfully, he caught it before it fell. Tavian stared at the screen without blinking. Rhydian simply watched everyone else.

"You're not going into that hotel alone. You're not facing Marcus without backup. I'm coming." Damian looked at Julian. Julian shrugged. "She's not wrong." "I hate both of you," Damian muttered. The hotel was called The Grandeur. Fancy. Old. The kind of place where rich people went to hide from their problems, where the staff was trained to be invisible, where secrets were kept behind closed doors. Damian checked in at 6 PM. Room 412. We were in Room 410. Detective Ross and two uniformed officers. Me. Julian had refused to let me come, but I had refused to stay home.

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

The woman smiled before replying " well he told us not to tell you who he was but I would like you to thank him properly so it's right to tell you his name , It's Darryl Matthew" " Darryl !!!" She was shocked . Wait , wasn't he that famous basketball? he was always indifferent towards her though and yes he was the Villîan in the book . He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads .

"Are you leaving?" "Yup, I got to attend to something. It has been long since I put the Fuck Hotel to good use." Damien said, winking. The actual name of the hotel was Grandees, the most expensive hotel in the state and owned by him. Fuck Hotel was what the boys called it because that was where Damien takes most of his one night stands too. He bid his friends goodbye and left the VIP section of the club. Damien looked around, trying to find the stripper with the big ass. He spotted her at a corner near the bar.

I told her. She looked at Liam instead. He frowned at Aien. “Will this work?” He asked darkly. Aien pulled a face and gestured out with his hands. “I’m just the son of a villain,” he told Liam. “A hostage, and reluctant participant in King Akyran’s academy of heroes. I’m not taking responsibility for this. I’m only here because…” His eyes went to me as his voice trailed away. He cleared his throat. “Because I like this house and I want it.”

I'd rather it been sooner than later. Alpha Evan slowed down as we neared a gated fence. The guard on duty stood to attention, almost as if he'd been waiting for us to arrive and hurriedly opened the doors. A cobblestone pathway lead to a circular driveway in front of which stood a larger than life Victorian style villa, painted an off white, giving it a royal look. The previous Alpha had definitely been loaded if this was their pack house. "Here we are," Alpha Evan muttered, giving me a sidelong glance.

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

Vino replied as he glanced around scared. He has always been told that he was a terrible liar. He prayed that Skylar won't be able to see through his lies. Truth is, there were more than enough rooms but he had paid for them all because he wanted Skylar in his bed with him tonight. The past few days he had come to know her, he had discovered that she wasn't like any of the women he has been with. Skylar is innocent, kind and beautiful. The kind of woman he would like to spend the rest of his life with. He will do anything for her to accept him even though he had to buy the whole hotel itself. He would do it over and over again for her.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W