Villain The Play Of Destiny Novels & Stories

“why do you try ? a man , strong vibrant and wild the sun God. asked the woman standing by his side looking down at the puddle of water . looking at another story unfold. this time she had weaved a different timeline, a different destiny. desperate to unite the descendants of her two sons she smiled watching The Lycan king warmth and love evident on her motherly face. “ he looks so much like you Vizard and she looks like me, Claus looked like me. ” her face changed to sorrow and pity. “ my Claus, my son . ” she wailed. “ I wish I saw into Thier hearts and knew Claus's hatred for his brother. I would have changed it all ”

“Of course I wouldn’t have found out because they themselves didn’t know there were a spy. Your power is so despicable, it makes me sick to my stomach. Mind control is nothing but a curse and you’re the bastard that makes it possible.” “Hmmm…..how curious. Now you interest me more than anyone, Lady Adamatine. Alas, my time is short. Until we meet again, my lady.” “Unfortunately, it is an event bound to happen. But do not forget, destiny is an outlaw that cannot be contained by the wills of men. An everlasting curse is laid on those who toy with the destiny of others.” “Are you trying to threaten me?” “Can you touch destiny, Crown Prince Reagan?”

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

“There is no destiny that is chosen by someone for you. No destiny can choose death for you. There is no destiny so coward! That chooses no rebel for you. Whatever destiny that calls, is more than a scheme! Differentiate between destiny and schemes, destiny comes from unseen, which we build ourselves. Schemes come from plots that are set for us”, said the voice calmly. “Who to trust then? Every face seems treacherous, sly, cunning, and luring in this world. I wish to hideaway. And run away”, she spoke dreamily, inhaling the warmth of the lavenders deeply, filling her lungs even more.

“A supporting role is yours to play,The threads of fate shall guide your way.Two women rise, a royal line,A bloodstone calls, thought lost in time.A war approaches, shadows creep,Betrayal waits where secrets sleep.The darker path will test your soul,Choose your side or lose control.Your wit, your charm, your cunning flame,Will seal your place within this game.If the heir is born, then doom shall fall,The wolf of Berlin will lose it all.” Walda saw my fragile ego, knew flattery would rile me and my wolf up. But she saw my strength too. I’m no perfect man, no flawless wolf, but I’d never let pride break me. She knew I’d have to choose, gave me a sense of direction. I remembered myself to thank

And the fastest way to weaken the woman was to endanger her son. Break her heart. Crack her armor. Push the boy until he fell. Then claim the mother from the ruins. Lucia’s skin went cold. Vanguard leaned in slightly, just enough to make her breath catch. Your son has a destiny, Lucia. I’m only helping him reach it. Lucia’s voice was quiet, deadly. And what is that destiny? Vanguard’s smile curved slowly. To bleed. To conquer. To command. Or to die trying. Lucia’s heart stopped.

Valia looked into Briar’s guarded eyes and saw a dangerous, beautiful soul looking back—someone who didn't see a foundation director or a legacy name, but saw her. Destiny, cruel and playful as ever, had just pulled the trigger on a brand-new chapter. The circle remained unbroken, and in the quiet corner of the lounge, a new dawn had officially begun.

she replied, with a touch of bitterness. “Of course, but Kalti cannot tell her, cannot trust her, because the woman is a stranger in your world. She will never allow herself to believe in spirits. The elevator doors opened and the two stepped out. “So,” Damien continued. —All these things generate a great conflict, but there was a lack of something. "And have you figured out what it is yet?" “Auh. ’ They walked across the hall and out into the sunshine. “Sunscreen for you. - Your

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.