Villain With A Crush Novels & Stories

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 . ' oh so it was that guy , he's way better than that idíót fiance of mine , let's go see how he looks like ' she thought before leaving the principal's office . She preferred him over the male lead ,a million times . At least he wasn't an hypocrite. There's nothing anyone can tell her that would make her like that Lance. He was the one who turned Jade into a Villian. The moment she went out ,she was ambushed by Lilith who was growing impatient already .

He hated being indebted to someone. He moved closer to her with a smile while Melanie watched in awe and then he stretched out the flowers towards her gently followed by gasps. "Is he really giving out the flowers to her" "Gosh! Does he like her now! "I hate her, she seduced him!" "Gosh! I love his smiles!" "OMG! She's so lucky!" Melanie's eyes widened as soon as he stretched the flowers to her and her jaws slightly dropped. *What the heck is happening here? Was the devil suddenly replaced with a kind angel?* She thought.

Given his personality, either he would follow me if I would leave this clan or drag me back to his clan, but the former would likely happen. If that would happen then for sure the Valcarcel would collapse given how many their enemies are. Tsk! Of course, he has countless enemies given that he is a villain. Even a protagonist had enemies, how much more an annoying villain? I won't be shocked if this annoying villain would be the number one target of the other clans. Tsk! What a tough job being a villain. Before I could think further, I snapped back to reality after hearing such an annoying voice. “Wife, what are you waiting for? Let's go get going! It's out the first date after all!” He shout

"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

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.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

Yesterday he was trash-talking Quinn to his friends, and today he's playing the victim in front of Vivian. [Hold on. The villainess already derailed the original plot. Since he couldn't save the damsel in distress, he's trying a different way to win the female lead over.] As he spoke, Nathan slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Several shocking red marks on the inside of his forearm were exposed beneath the light. "Her moods change without warning. In her eyes, everyone around her is just an outlet for her anger." I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed.

"He can't find another don't you get it I'm his mate his soul mate I can't just waltz off and leave him to himself down to go through despair die the rest of his life" "I don't see a reason why you cannot weren't you planning on doing so when you decides to be my woman?" "Hell no, I wasn't it was a fling if a moment and I wanted to have as Much fun as u can with you so you think I planned this out? You think I want to remain with a bloodthirsty villain like you forever? Hell no it is just a fling all I wanted from you was sex for a while and the ln we end things or I disappear into thin air but now you want me to have a child in the middle of a war if you wanted a surrogate you could have go

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

She is taking him for a fool. Secondly, Conrald isn't her husband, so he has the right to marry whoever he wishes. Unfortunately for her, the only woman he wants is Rose — the same woman her ex-husband would do anything for. She is beginning to feel like the victim while in reality, she is the real villain. She has to deal with the fact that Rose isn't willing to let go of Dante, so if she wants to have Dante, she has to get rid of Rose. But it is impossible to get to Rose because Conrald won't let her have her way.