Villain To Lover Books Novels & Stories

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

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"But he wasn't." "No. He got worse." She pointed to the documents. "The patterns are all there. He targets successful, independent women. Makes them fall in love. Then systematically destroys their confidence, their finances, their reputations. By the time they realize what's happening, he's already moved on to the next victim." I felt sick. "Layla's not a victim. She chose to sleep with my husband."

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My beautiful lover wanted me to hurt him, still, my mind wandered what made him do so while I did it, wanting to do anything he asks. My thoughts won't let me be, I spent half of the night watching him, rubbing his naked back, kissing his forehead until I let myself drift to slumber, holding him in my arms. I told myself that I'd never let him sleep alone. That I'll be by his side, and he'll be in my arms every damn night after tonight. My mind was planning, I will make him see and drag him back to my side if I have to. He's mine and I will make sure he knows it.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

No wonder some places looked new and untouched. But something she said struck me. Alaric's lover. Did he have a past lover? The thought of that left a dull ache which shouldn't be there. I had no right to be jealous when we had no relationship between us, but I couldn't help but think about the lover he got the villa for. He must have loved her a lot. The question was what happened to her because he was married to me now. My smile turned stiff. "That will be all. I look forward to the results." Winifred nodded, then made her way out of the room.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

She held the stem with both hands and sucked, but then came a question that caught her off guard. “I sensed you are getting close to Lilith.” He asserted. “Why?” His tone was not accusing. Just casual. But the query stiffened her with his dick trapped in her mouth. She slowly pulled his dick off her mouth. Cleared her throat thoughtfully, and spoke up. “It started with Damien.” She confessed. Her words are apt and concise. Not meant to hide anything from Lucian. “He used to be my lover. But… I figured out there was something bigger. The only way to get to it is to find my way to Verona's estate legally.”

“You drank like you wanted to disappear. And when I tried to leave you there, you followed me.” I gasped, shaking my head. “You’re lying!” He walked over to the table and pulled something from his wallet. A black card. He tossed it onto the bed beside me. "There's money in it. Take it. Treat yourself to something nice. Tell it's a gift for the night." The tears I'd held back finally fell. "What kind of man are you?" I demanded in amazement. "I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!"