Villainess Romance Books Novels & Stories

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

“Move on. She’s not here.” We waited until we were sure they were gone. “I like books,” I told him quietly. “Books?” Aien raised an eyebrow. “That’s a rather wide subject.” “I like stories,” I blushed. “I like learning about the past, reading the stories of other people’s lives and adventures. In Uyan Taesil, there is a library so very full of books that I feel I could read every day for the remainder of my life and never reach the end of them. That seems like a great shame, don’t you think? That there are stories right there on the shelves, on that parchment, that I will never know, and that, perhaps, no one else will either, for I’m quite certain that, other than my father, no one ever goe

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

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But their queen is not happy. She did not only lose her parents but also the love of the vampire king Damien. Alisha has to choose between being the queen of Black Moore and leaving the throne for the greedy uncle she has or fighting for the man she loves,the man who is suspected to being in a spell,a spell which may never be broken. A spell which may cause him his life if he tampers with it. How did he get spelled? And who’s the socerer? Remember the last existing witch was Damien’s mother,so who’s this socerer? Is she evil?

I inquire, emphasizing each word. “As I previously informed you, you’ll know soon. Before that, I’m a guidebook for you as the villainess.” “Villainess?” "Yes, I'm going to serve you from now on. You can say that I’m a guidebook for a villainess like you since you're getting your vengeance once more. Furthermore, you are in this location for a reason. You need to locate the individual they call the shadow monster.”

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Headlines screamed in bold black letters, merciless and vile. Damian Knight’s Bride Exposed: Russian Escort Past Uncovered. From Virgin Bride to Fallen Woman , Who Is Isabella Knight Really? Damian Marries a Prostitute? The Shocking Allegations Rock High Society. Her blood froze in her veins. The room tilted, air vanishing from her lungs. Her knees weakened beneath her and she gripped the edge of his desk so hard her knuckles turned white. “What… what is that?” she whispered, her voice breaking. Damian tossed the phone onto the desk as though it were filth. His eyes burned with fury. “Trash. Lies. Someone’s playing games.”