Villain Steal The Heroines Mga Nobela at Kwento

She clenched her fist and continued, “We were ambushed once we were at Wicked Valley. We were surrounded by a group of bandits. They called themselves The Ten Villains. They said they wanted to kidnap me to become the head of the bandits’ wife.” At that, Ophelia’s face flushed. It was obvious this was hard for her. After all, she was of high status, everyone respected her. She did not expect to receive such humiliation. “After that, my disciples fought hard and we barely escaped. The Ten Villains were extremely strong. My disciples were injured badly, two of them ended up captured. Luckily, Wicked Valley was not far from the Carter Mansion, so I brought them here to get help.” Ophelia laughe

Preventing the love path of the male and female leads, causing the two to misunderstand each other, because of obsession, Ralius locked the heroine in a private villa on the island with no way to contact the outside. Ralius used every trick possible to force the heroine to make him both scared and hated. Over time, the male lead found the heroine and the heroine escaped from what he called human hell. The heroine, before escaping, was the one who poisoned the teacup made for Ralius to drink. Of course, with the intelligence of the villain knowing the petty tricks of the heroine, he soon knew. But because he loved the heroine, he volunteered to take a sip to help her plan succeed, an outcome

“This is mine. Just a useless romance novelette.” “This is stealing.” I sat beside her, trying to catch my breath. “I've never stolen anything before.” “Of course not. Why would you? You've got everything.” Not really. I don't have a mom. And a man who loves me. If I don't marry into Volfenheim, I won't have a country to return to as well. “Vivi will be pissed,” Shania said again, throwing the novelette away. “But that's what she gets for not helping her own sister.”

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

"Elara Whitmore, you'll pay for this." The screaming faded, and Vivienne was gone. The comments were stunned into silence, then erupted. [Wait. That's IT? I thought Vivienne was the main character. How did it end like THIS?] [I mean... everything she had belonged to the villain in the first place. This is just things going back to how they should've been.] [Okay fine. The villain beating the heroine? That's actually a twist I didn't see coming.]

She leaned her curvy body back against the sofa, allowing her chubby fingers to tap rhythmically against the edge of the marble table. "You Vance people are truly fools..." Vivienne hissed, her voice low, heavy, and filled with the arrogance of a queen who had successfully hacked into the heart of her enemy's command center. "You thought you could imprison me and treat this curvy body like a disgusting object to be passed around on Sunday? Instead, I used Tristan's stupidity and obsessive madness to unlock the door to your golden cage, then walked out carrying away all your wealth." Benita sat down beside Vivienne, her beautiful face hardening with a serious expression. "So what's our next m

Her entire body throbbed with deep, deep exhaustion, and despite all her tactical maneuvers over the past hour, she hadn’t managed to land a single decisive blow. Nimrod was a formidable adversary, a highly decorated ex-navy officer who had spent decades mastering lethal hand-to-hand combat. His movements were calculated, efficient, and devastatingly precise. Against him was Seven—just a seventeen-year-old girl. On paper, it was a laughable matchup. What real chance did a scrawny teenage apprentice have against a seasoned military veteran who was practically built for warfare? Think, Seven! she fiercely reprimanded herself, biting the inside of her cheek until the copper taste of blood groun

It was so much blood, because, unlike Raven, who got the power to freeze blood, Draven had the power to drain too much blood, when he fought them, so many of them bled to death. She could see him going after her, ready for the kill, and her beast couldn’t stand it. Leon, a cruel murderer. She remembered all the torture that he did to her, together with the man she once thought loved her. His son, Arnes. He wasn’t here now, which meant nothing, because he wasn’t too much different from his father. Her eyes became dark red, as he approached her, and seeing those monsters that trying to kill the two most important people in her life, made her mad.

But what she said next stunned him even more. "Why are you talking to me? You should hate me" Raze said as he stared at her in surprise "Why? You did nothing to me" Adriana said as she smiled at Raze who was staring at her like she has grown two heads "But I'm his partner" Raze said as he clutched husband injured side "It wasn't you who kidnapped me," Adriana continued, her eyes holding a mixture of relief and disbelief. "It was Alpha Lane. He's the true villain here."

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.