Villain With A Crush Novels & Stories

He smirked mysteriously as he rubbed his palm together. “What do you mean?” I asked because I didn't catch whatever he'd said… “I want you to crawl your way into Alex’s Life again and this time make sure you own the keys to his heart… Make him bow to you and slowly divide the family…make them feel every single pain and torment you went through… Make them feel your wrath….” Damian was indeed the handsome villain in her life… He knew how to break and make a person and also have the cruelest plans laid out in his head..

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

He smirked mysteriously as he rubbed his palm together. “What do you mean?” I asked because I didn't catch whatever he'd said… “I want you to crawl your way into Alex’s Life again and this time make sure you own the keys to his heart… Make him bow to you and slowly divide the family…make them feel every single pain and torment you went through… Make them feel your wrath….” Damian was indeed the handsome villain in her life… He knew how to break and make a person and also have the cruelest plans laid out in his head..

VINCENT What’s worse than overhearing a pair of hyper active girls giggling and gossiping about boys and sex? Overhearing said girls talking about you in the same conversation. Most of the time, I’m fine with playing the role of Willow Thompson’s guard dog. But there are times when that role can get too much. Like the time when she’d had the whimsical witch knock me out. Like now, hearing all about how Violet Tonks’ outdated crush on me. I had no idea she had a crush on me. I didn’t think the forced conversations or the coffee meant anything other than wanting to be friends. I had taken both gestures as a sign of comradeship. After all, we are both people that matter to the Thompson heir.

that’s what the rumors say about him. He's sitting elegantly across from her, taking a bite out of his favorite strawberry parfait. This was the strongest knight of the empire. Of course, he was handsome, to say the least. But not for Lady Vienna. She huffed. The famous Villain, Duke Raziel, and the famous crown prince Stalker, Lady Vienna, sitting together calmly in a coffee shop? The sight itself would create an uproar in the city. The lady spoke up. "Speak, why did you call me here?"

Times will change,enemies will strike. Bloodlines will be questioned and wars will ignite. But the question will still remain. Will winds of time and weights of crowns make them unite as one? Or will Daniel always remain his stalker's crush. "Crushing on your majesty was my hearts untamable compulsion, While loving him, my life's first and last obsession. -Evalinge " ..................... Chapter 1............... "I didn't knew what crush was , till I saw him with my eyes, Strengthening the belief of what they called,

The trauma had carved a deep, permanent scar in him, so he despised any woman who wanted to fall into bed with him. Whenever any woman confessed to Flynn, his face would contort with pure disgust. "Those women who confess to me are all the same. All they want is my body and to sleep with me. I'm not going to have anything to do with women like that." Hearing how resolute he sounded, I unconsciously hid the love letter I'd spent all night writing behind my back. Yes, I liked Flynn. I'd liked him for a long time. But I knew he regarded me only as a good friend. The second I tried to take things further, he would realize I was no different from all those women who wanted him.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.