Villain Romance Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

The first time I ever felt real care for a lady, and it's so unbelievable to know the girl was a werewolf, my enemy. "We have to meet her again." My vampire beast broke in, and I growled in annoyance. "Just stop talking to me when I'm having a serious thought! I don't need your opinion." I hissed and rolled to the other side of my bed, facing the wall. I don't know how to love anymore. I don't want to hear that word, and my heart and soul are against it. No lady will ever have the chance to win my heart. No one should be my weakness, because that would be the beginning of my downfall.

I think you’ll like gagging on it. I’ve never been so turned on. How is he perfect? He’s my darkest fantasies, no, my favorite morally gray villains in real life. It’s like he ripped free of the pages and walked into my life, ready to make me come harder than any man ever has before. Us book girlies say we only like them because they’re fictional. We swear left and right that if anything in our books happened in real life that we’d turn and run in the other direction, but I don’t think that’s true. Why? Because I’m faced with a man that should have my alarm bells ringing and instead of wanting to run away, I want to fall to my knees and take whatever he has to give. I couldn’t deny the excit

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.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Daniel was asleep, peaceful as always, unaware of the storm raging around him. Gizelle slipped into bed, the mattress dipping slightly. She glanced to the side. She turned over, burying her face in her hands. The scent of Will clung to her skin, her hair, her lips. Damn! “What is happening to me? What have I done? I should have fought harder. I should have screamed. If anyone finds out?” These thoughts scared her. The social ruin, the judgment, the destruction of her carefully built life, it was unthinkable. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t a cheater. She believed in vows, in fidelity.

I shivered in anticipation. “Victor is buried deep in bad deals from laundering money through the company. He also has ties to rivals who would love to take him down." His fingers inched higher, underneath the waistband of my leggings, teasing the edge of my panties. "I am here to expose it. Or exploit it. It depends." Dread twisted in my gut at his words. But his touch? It sent warm sparks lower, making my core clench. "Exploit him? How exactly?” I paused to catch my breath for a bit. “For what Damien? Is it power? Or money?"

she asked, causing her father to turn serious. “What do you mean, Alaine?” he asked. “The village where Tracy grew up, it’s the same village where my dear husband, Brian grew up. His hometown, aren’t you suspicious?” she asked shocking the man. “You, why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked. “Cause I don’t have enough proof to show that he was responsible. Also, even if he wasn’t responsible, Eve’s family is related to him somehow. That is the only thing that could explain such coincidence and also the fact that he favored Eve, even willing to go against me for her,” Alaine explained.

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram CastielLj for updates on my works ;) xx P.S. This book will be a lot longer than my previous ones.